Chapter 52
Frederick was still hung up on that bottle of “First Love“. Jonathan had made a fuss about shared sulking about it.
1couldn’t help but giggle. “That’s one way to put it.”
to stop me from giving it to him, and he was still
He stood at the doorway, looking a little awkward. “Are you coming in or what?
He turned his eyes away, like he couldn’t meet my eyes.
I walked right in without hesitation. “quit being dramatic. You’re not some delicate maiden. Why are you acting like I just barged into a princess’s bedroom?
With a furious glare, Frederick snapped, “Shut up!“⠀⠀
His eyes didn’t scream anger. If anything, it looked like 1 struck a chord. I pursed my lips and didn’t push any further.
His room had a bold, modem vibe – nothing like Jonathan’s.
Jonathan’s personality was always cold and sharp, so his room decoration leaned toward the minimalistic style. Everything was grayscale without warm colors, just like him
However, his refined act didn’t hold up much past the bedroom door.
I might not remember what went on between us in bed, but with how confidently his hand slid under my shirt, he definitely wasn’t some gentleman.
Frederick called out behind me, “Stop looking around.”
looked away and sat on the coech before speaking my mind. “Don’t feel bad. I’m sure your parents had their reasons.”
Frederick printed, “oli, please! Their own reasons just means I’m always second to Jonathan.”
He sat down across from me, and his eyes looked a little gloomy. “Growing up, everyone in our circle looked up to Jonathan. He was brilliant and talented, always pulling off things none of us could, He had a calm and composed demeanor, like he was more mature than any of us back then.”
He let out a self–deprecating laugh. “We’re supposed to be peeks;
grands shoulder to shoulder with people like my dad. He even acts like he is above us.
1 paused for a moment before saying “Everyone grows at their own pare. Don’t let it bother you just focus on being yourself.”
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