Chapter 18

Hans shrugged. "I just know that you hate Beatriz."

I looked at him with a clueless expression. He was confusing me with his playful smirk and I couldn't even read his emerald eyes. Although I noticed his resemblance to his older brother, Vance. Hans looked younger indeed while Vance's well-toned body was all mature and well-developed. They were almost at the same height but Vance was perhaps an inch taller still. They both have long lashes and their nose were almost the same structure, well pointed, and almost looked like they made a surgery for it.

"How would you know that? I mean it's not that you're right, but how did you come up to that conclusion?"

His air got messier to the strong wind that flushed on us. Lucky, I brought a scrunchie with me, so I grabbed it on my wrist and tie my hair in a ponytail. The wind was getting colder. I should have brought a jacket with me. I just hugged myself while I waited for Hans' answer.

"Hey, how did you come up to that conclusion?" I asked a