Chapter 1

My best friend's brother has returned from abroad, and word is, he brought back a sister-in-law for her.

The next day, my friend invited me over to meet her brother.

When I realized who the man in front of me was, my legs felt weak.

Because three years ago, I broke up with him.

Fiona insisted I come to her house for dinner.

Her brother had just come back from abroad, and she was adamant I meet him.

When I arrived after work, the dim streetlight cast a long shadow of a man.

You could tell he was handsome.

But, unfortunately, not someone for me.

Fiona mentioned her brother had returned with a sister-in-law.

He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and was 185cm tall—quite striking.

“Brother!”

Fiona shouted, and the man turned around.

I was stunned for a moment: “He's your brother?!”

“Fiona, I just remembered I have something urgent to do, I have to go.”

I swallowed nervously, trying to leave in haste.

Fiona pulled me back: “Adeline! Why are you leaving? My brother is treating us to a feast!”

Before I could refuse, the man had already approached.

I grew more anxious, unconsciously gripping Fiona’s hand tightly.

Fiona patted my hand to reassure me: “My brother is intimidating, right? I’m quite scared of him myself, that's why I wanted you to come with me.”

No wonder she's my best friend, a champion at setting me up for forty years.

Fiona dragged me along, eagerly introducing me to her brother: “Brother, this is Adeline, my best friend! Treat her just like a real sister from now on.”

“Adeline, this is my brother, Declan.”

After saying this, she looked behind Declan a few times: “Where's my sister-in-law?”

Declan ignored Fiona's question, chuckled a few times, and stared at me: “Real sister?”

His words made the atmosphere slightly tense.

Fiona laughed to ease the tension: “Brother, what’s with you? Adeline and I are so close, can’t she be your sister too? Besides, Adeline doesn’t even mind.”

She nudged my shoulder: “Right, Adeline?”

Please don’t involve me, my legs felt weak.

I hastily nodded.

Declan chuckled softly.

“If being my sister doesn’t interest you, what would you prefer? To be Fiona’s sister-in-law?” he raised an eyebrow, his tone casual.

But his words made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn’t muster a reply.

However, Fiona was straightforward: “Brother! Show some decency! Don’t I already have a sister-in-law? You player!”

Declan clicked his tongue: “That makes me a player? Then some people must be players to the extreme.”

I didn’t dare speak until the three of us got in the car.

Declan was indeed good-looking, a classic kind of handsome.

When you saw him, you couldn’t possibly find him unattractive.

Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, I was startled and immediately closed my eyes.

I heard him laugh softly.

My face turned red.

Declan lowered the car window, and Fiona asked him, puzzled, what he was doing.

He simply said: “My sister’s face is flushed, opening the window to cool her down.”

My face turned even redder.

Fiona glanced at me and even praised him for being more considerate.

A dozen minutes later, the car stopped at a private restaurant’s parking lot.

Declan got out and opened the door for me, looking at me with a half-smile: “Watch your head, sis.”

As luck would have it, I did bump my head, but Declan’s hand was there to cushion it.

Fiona sighed seriously: “My sister-in-law must be amazing to have trained my brother to be like this, I should thank her profusely in the future.”

Declan glanced back at me, his gaze carrying some deeper meaning.

I quietly swallowed and whispered: “Fiona, that's not necessary.”