Dating My Fiancée's Older Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 67

We were quiet for a long time, trying to process everything. Mr. Clorexed? I thought he was single and didn't have kids?! So that's why his last name was familiar. Eliza banged her hands to the wooden table and stood up. "This is not right. I don't follow the things you said, Derek. Tell us everything. And if not—" Derek cut her. "My mom was a housekeeper in my father's mansion 20 years ago. She got... she got pregnant with me. They didn't accept her because of her status. They paid her to leave, to hide me. And she raised me but not in the right way. She hated the guts of me, saying that seeing me makes her sick." His hands were shaking as I wiped his bitter tears flowing down his cheeks. "Years later, she found someone that makes my life miserable. She was dating and changing men's like clothes." He covered his face. "And my two siblings were born from her nasty actions. She is an irresponsible mom to me and even to my siblings." He looked at us, watery eyes redder from crying

The whole cafe went quiet. Customers staring. Phones starting to record. I glanced at the staff who was watching the drama and I widened my eyes to signal them. They instantly nodded and pushed the customers away, closing the glass door, flipping the sign to CLOSED. My face burned hot, and my fingers turned into fists. I knew that using my knuckles to punch her right now would be useless. If I act now, she will use it as evidence. She wants me to hit her. I looked at Andrea, who was now crying silently behind Derek's leg, and Fathime, who buried her face in Derek's sweaty neck, sobbing hard. I was suddenly shot with agony. They were just kids. Five years old? Six? They shouldn't hear this. They shouldn't hear their Kuya being called mentally unstable, unemployed, a bad influence. Without a second thought, I snatched Fathime from Derek's arms and held Andrea's arm. Fathime was so light, so small, her tears were wetting my pink dress. Andrea clutched my hand like I was her l

For the first time since we opened, we decided to close the cafe not because there were no customers or we were preparing for new flavors or events, but because there were too many emotions that needed to be celebrated. The case! Tables were pushed together with the guys. The fairy lights were on one by one, glittering different colors in my eyes. Eliza's speaker playing random party music was too loud while she took a broom to make it her microphone. "Keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love!" she screamed. And Aileena joined her and I face-palmed. I laughed too hard when I saw them covering their ears because of Eliza, and I agreed to it, because she has the voice of a donkey. Andrea and Fathime's little shoes on top of the counter, both asleep now in the staff room, curled on my extra apron like cats. As I gazed at them earlier, they were peaceful, because they were now free. Finally free from the grasp of their mother. I looked at them in the window and my heart melted.

The cake was half-eaten. Aileena was asleep on the wooden table, drooling, still holding her bottle like a trophy. And I was cleaning cups, rubbing it so hard because of the stain that wouldn't come off. "Easy there, tigress!" Eliza yelled at me and I smiled. I glanced at her — she was trying to put Andrea's party hat straight, Fathime was on Derek's lap smearing chocolate on his puff see-through jacket. And I was beside Zexchiel now, wiping chocolate off my white blazer. I was so focused on cleaning my blazer that I didn't notice the lights outside went bright. I looked at it and thought the fairy lights would come off, but it was just a car light. A black car parked right in front of our glass door. Not our usual customers' tricycle, not a delivery bike. A black Alphard, shiny. Eliza froze. "Who's that..." Derek froze harder. And I saw how anxious he looks even with the thick makeup he has on his face. The car door opened. And we watched at the glass door. It was Mr. Kade Fl