"It hurts! It hurts!"
Ryan clutched his head, wailing in pain, feeling like his brain was on fire. He muttered under his breath, "I really don't want you..." referring to his brother, who seemed more adept at giving him a hard time than anything else.
Before he could finish his thought, he caught a glimpse of his brother's mischievous grin and quickly shut up.
"Don't want what?"
Ryan's eyes darted away. Despite his tall frame, he was hunched up in the passenger seat, too intimidated to speak up. "N-nothing, Roland. You're the best."
"Glad you know it."
When Roland reached over, Ryan instinctively flinched, expecting another slap. Instead, his brother fastened his seatbelt and gently patted his cheek.
"Next time you see Mila, at least be polite. You don't have to smile like an idiot, but don't let that open book of a face give you away."
Roland withdrew his hand and buckled his own seatbelt. "And about Giselle—stay away from her. If I catch you hanging around her again, you might find yourself in the hospital with a broken leg. You think she cares about you at all, you fool?"
Ryan wanted to argue but bit his tongue.
He had planned to visit Giselle at the Harveys' today. Just as he was about to leave, his brother caught him and dragged him along for some holiday shopping instead.
Roland had said that with their parents away this year, the two brothers should celebrate New Year's properly.
What a load of nonsense. It's not like Roland had ever shown much brotherly love; he was always keeping him in check, and Ryan was lucky to have survived all that.
Ryan was convinced Roland just wanted to keep him under surveillance.
He couldn't understand why his brother disliked Giselle so much, especially since they had practically grown up together and their families were close. Yet, Roland seemed to favor Mila, someone Ryan considered insignificant.
Roland, as if reading his thoughts, glanced over while starting the car.
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