Revenge is best served cold (Jane and Jeremiah novel Chapter 1890

Other guys wanted to get close to Sophie, and his first reaction was, "Do you even stand a chance?"

He seemed to have gotten used to hanging back, always there behind Sophie.

Sophie was sharp, but she could be pretty absent-minded. She'd often see obstacles on the sidewalk and wouldn't bother to walk around them. Naturally, he'd just clear the way for her.

Just like his brother said, this seemed to have become their little routine. It was all second nature by now.

But...

The more Harold thought about it, the more frustrated he got. He slammed his fist on the table. Wasn't he just being a pushover? When he really thought about it, his actions weren't much different.

Rick, who walked in from outside the study, paused at the scene. "Mr. Harold, this is the new desk Mr. Gordon just bought."

"..."

Feeling embarrassed, Harold pulled back his fist quickly. Trying to cover up the awkwardness, he stood up and said, "Uh, I just remembered I have homework. I'll go do that now."

With that, Harold left Gordon's study in a hurry.

Rick, puzzled, asked, "Sir, isn't Mr. Harold just starting college? Do they give out assignments that fast?"

"He doesn't lie," Gordon replied calmly. "He must be... in love."

"In love?" Rick was taken aback. He hadn't seen Mr. Harold show any interest in anyone.

Gordon didn't say more, but he understood Harold's inner chaos. Liking someone, especially when you're not sure about your feelings, can be a real mess.

Back in his room, Harold felt all flustered. He didn't know why, but he was really worried that his brother might see through his thoughts from earlier. He knew what he felt was wrong. He could like anyone, but not Sophie.

*Knock, knock—*