Dating My Brother's Fiancee のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 68

Sam POV The moment, my sister entered the restaurant, my heart pounded. At that moment, I also tried to think positively. I still believed that my sister was really hanging out with her best friends, just as she had told Mom before. Nevertheless, as I step inside and follow her to the rooftop, doubt creeps into my mind. A few what-ifs appear in my head, as if those things were signs that my sister was dating the same person who had once been my fiancé. Then, the doubt in my heart grows bigger. It turns into a fact, right in front of my eyes. Not only does it appear, but it also slaps my ego. The view I see between Stacy and June is proof that awakens my senses rudely. Yeah, I admit I still love her. My heart is longing for June's existence. Each time, I always expect her chat when a notification pops up on my phone screen. Sometimes, I want to meet her as a friend, inviting her to lunch, but I notice that there will be a gap because there is nothing between us. Another th

The new day greets me gleefully. The sun rises over a few sheets of clouds floating in a blue sky. The birds chirp merrily. Some of them are flying in the trees, near the Barfield's house. It is around 07.45 when Stella is busy in the kitchen. She is fighting with the stove and ingredients as she smiles lightly. Cooking is a daily routine for her, but it never becomes a burden, even though it is quite long and busy sometimes. When the breakfast is ready on the table, the gentle thuds are perceived. Along with the noise, Stacy exists as she yawns lazily. "Morning, mom," She greets weakly, and Stella tugs a tiny smile. "You look exhausted, dear," Stella commented in a casual tone. She then inquires, "What time did you arrive last night?" Stacy rubs her eyes carefully. The indolent tone still dominates her voice. "Well, maybe around ten forty. They are so wild," she intentionally lies. Through her expression, it is clear enough that she attempts to reassure Stella so no suspic

As week by week passes, Sam and Stacy still haven't talked to each other. They may stay and pass by under the same roof. However, it is just their physical interaction that occurs lively. Their bonding as siblings slowly fade away. Thus, it creates an invisible border between them. Stacy, being unable to process an unusual event, decides to meet her friends at the cafeteria near her regency. She shares how silence still conquers his brother. Even she feels incapable to reach him as if he was a statue; only the physical form exists, but his spirit is somewhere else. "Maybe, you must follow where he goes. It's the only way to figure out why Sam avoids you and doesn't talk much," Skyla suggests in flat tone. She knows how devastating it is, getting ignore by a few of family members. "Well, I'll try when I'm free. You know preparation for graduation party is quite busy," Stacy states as she stirs her cookies and cream frappe for a moment and sips it through the straw. At that m

June POV Once the permission from Mr. Barfield comes, the joy in my heart cheers louder. My orbs are lit with happiness painted with several plans to do for the trip with my dearest girlfriend. Firstly, I guess it will be a rejection from the Barfield's since Mr. Barfield looks strict and protective to Stacy, and so is his wife. However, it turns smoothly without any complicated debates. Around ten minutes onwards, I join them for lunch at a family restaurant located around Manhattan Times Square. The three of them act warmly towards me as usual, except Sam. I notice something different in my ex-fiancee's gestures. In certain chance, I accidentally figure him to stare at Stacy coldly, as if she had done something wrong. Yet, I try to think if he may be exhausted because of work and the graduation event. Besides that, my eyes also catch the moment when he locks his eyes sharply as Stacy holds my right hand on the table. His stares are smeared with jealousy and anger. Or,