Pout

No matter how much she desired to have this serious conversation with him, seeing him sit in front of her made her feel awkward, and she didn't know how to start the words.

As Lyle was concentrated on his tea, Seraphine picked up the plate with slice of cake on it and absentmindedly, stuck her fork into it.

"What was it that you wanted to talk about?" Lyle questioned. "You even softened your attitude for it."

Seraphine raised her head and said, "That, Brother, were you hurt by my rude attitude?"

The instant those words left her mouth she noticed Lyle had grimaced, and his expression seemed to ask her whether or not she was talking nonsense.

Seraphine chuckled. This was after all what she had expected from her brother.

"In the beginning, Brother, I tried to get along with everyone and do whatever you wanted me to. You noticed that as well, right?

But overtime, I hate