Eloise’s eyes were slightly red in the dimly lit night.
They had a four-year history, and their eyes surely were filled with emotions, whether of complaints or hatred.
Holding a glass of red wine, Harvey watched them expressionlessly with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
He didn’t like the emotions deep in Eloise’s eyes. She might no longer love Max, but that guy had left an indelible mark on her heart.
He felt a bit self-mocking, realizing his possessiveness was so strong.
Orlena appeared next to him.
She looked at Max and Eloise standing together, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy, whispering, “Bro, why are Max and Eloise together? They look...?”
Harvey hoped his sister would never know.
Staring at the two, he lied and said, “Forgot? Last time, Max didn’t want to save Eloise. She’s pissed at him, and he probably doesn’t like Eloise either.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is.”
Orlena accepted this explanation. She asked another question, “Bro, wasn’t Eloise Landon Bowen’s girlfriend? How did she become yours?”
Harvey smiled lightly, “I stole her from Landon. Got a problem with that?”
Orlena gave him a puzzled look, then cooed, “You must think she’s pretty.”
Harvey didn’t deny it. He gently embraced her, his chin resting on top of her head, laughing softly, “She’s talented, a good cook, sweet tempered and sensible? Anything else you want to know?”
Orlena felt disgusted. Sure enough, men were all creatures who thought with their lower half. Even her outstanding brother was no exception.
“Bro, you’re disgusting!”
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