Chapter 4: Falling For The Wrong Brother

JULIET

The party ended by 4:00 PM, and everyone made their way home, but Grandma declared the entire family would be having dinner together tonight.

So Andrew and I stayed behind, but my heart wouldn't stop racing over Adrian's words—and the fact that he said he had a gift for me.

I wondered what it could be. I stood still in Andrew's old room, staring down at my hand—the one Adrian had held earlier. I could still feel the phantom pressure of his palm around my waist.

Then the realization hit me like a sudden punch to the gut, yanking me straight back to reality. My mother’s life was still hanging in the balance, and I had to produce an heir.

When did I let myself get so carried away?

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my hand. I picked it up immediately.

“Hello?”

“Hello, may I speak with Mrs. Juliet Morales?”

“Yes, speaking.”

“Great. We just want to remind you of your check-up on Monday. Will you be available?”

I swallowed hard. “Sure.”

“Okay, ma'am. We also want to apologize—your usual gynecologist was transferred to the central city branch, so we've reassigned you to a new doctor. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

I let out a soft exhale. “Fine, I'm okay with that.”

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Morales. Have a wonderful weekend,” she said, and hung up.

I let out a loud groan, collapsing onto the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling.

What was I supposed to do now? It wasn't like I could just ask some random guy to get me pregnant—they would check the DNA.

Damn it, what should I do?

A loud knock on the door rattled through the quiet room, breaking my train of thought. I gasped, scrambling to my feet, and walked over to pull it open.

My entire body froze as I stared at the man standing outside.

“This is for you, sister-in-law," Adrian said, handing me a medium-sized velvet box.

“I didn't really know what you like, so I just guessed cute women love heels,” he added casually.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly. He had such a charming personality—he could be cold one second and sweet the next. But right now, he just looked so cute. The mere thought of calling someone seven years older than me "cute" made me giggle.

“Are you okay, sister-in-law?" he asked naively.

My eyes snapped to his, my cheeks burning hot. Damn it, I’m really losing my mind.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you, I love it.”

“I’d like to apologize on behalf of my family. I hope you can forgive them,” he said softly.

My heart skipped a beat. I pressed my lips together and gave him a small nod.

“You don't need to worry anymore. Now that I'm back, I’ll set everything straight, okay?” he said gently, reaching out to carefully tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

My heart hammered against my ribs as a dangerous shiver ran down my spine, pooling heat deep between my thighs.

No, no, no, I’ve gone completely mad. He was just being nice and respectful. Why was my body lighting up like this?

“Y...you don't have to trouble yourself about me,” I stammered out, not daring to look him in the eye for fear of making a total fool of myself.

“That’s nice,” he said, turning to leave.

“Adrian!” I called out quickly, my voice trembling.

He turned back to face me, a brow lifting slightly.

I lowered my gaze, swallowing hard as my fingers clutched the velvet box. “Thank you for standing up for me in front of everyone,” I blurted out before slowly raising my eyes to meet his.

He chuckled, nodding slightly. “Why not make it up to me?” he teased.

My heart sank. “What... what do you want?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

A slow smile spread across his lips. “I heard my sister-in-law is a great cook. Why not treat me to dinner tomorrow?”

I smiled briefly. Andrew must have told him. “Fine, you can come over tomorrow. But just so you know, Andrew has to agree,” I joked.

His brows lifted slightly. He slid his hands into his pockets as he took a step closer. I blinked in confusion, my pulse pounding loudly in my ears.

He closed the distance between us until he was leaning right next to my ear. The second his warm breath hit my skin, a thousand butterflies erupted in my stomach, sending another flush of heat straight beneath my thighs.

“Didn't Andrew tell you?” he whispered smoothly. “Everything that belongs to him is also mine. We share everything.”

My eyes widened in shock as my mind instantly twisted his words in the dirtiest way possible.

Without another word, Adrian turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the doorway with my shameless thoughts while his words echoed on a loop in my head.

Everything... including me?

The rest of dinner went on smoothly. Nobody belittled me or even paid attention to me—they were all far too focused on Adrian, everyone competing for his notice. Even Andrew wouldn't stop pestering him, asking when he was going to get married and who his dream girl was.

Aunt Bianca brought up Sofia, saying Adrian needed a woman who was outspoken and smart. I could see Sofia blushing beside her, but Andrew didn't look jealous or angry at all.

Doesn't he feel anything for Sofia, or is she just a toy to him?

“Enough, all of you! Let my little boy eat in peace,” Grandma snapped, bringing an instant hush over the table.

“That’s my sweet baby girl,” Adrian cooed to Grandma, blowing her a kiss. She caught it in her palm and pressed it to her heart.

Everyone laughed, and I couldn't help but smile, too. We ate in relative silence after that, but whenever my eyes drifted toward Adrian, I found his gaze was already locked on mine.

An uncontrollable fire ignited through my whole body, feeling as if it was about to consume me completely.

My goodness, what is wrong with me? Am I really desiring my husband's twin brother?