As night fell, Gilbert found his way to Jean's bedroom, his heart pounding with the news he was about to share. The bedroom was dimly lit by the flickering flames from the fireplace. Jean was hunched over his desk, a pencil in hand, and a piece of paper before him.
Gilbert knocked on the open door, causing Jean to startle. His hand slipped, leaving a long graphite line across the paper. Without missing a beat, Jean swiftly crumpled the paper and tossed it into the fireplace. The flames eagerly consumed the secret sketch of Alexa, their glow reflecting in Jean's eyes as he watched it burn. Gilbert noticed the action, his suspicions about Jean's relationship with Alexa flaring up. Yet, he remained silent, having no solid proof to back his hunch. And why does he have to think it that much? he will be the one who married Alexa, not Jean.
Jean turned to face his twin, a nonchalant expression on his face. "What brings you here at this time, Gilbert?" he asked casually.
Gilbert took a deep b
