Jilted Heiress Strikes Back
“Oh, really?”
Rael tossed aside the sketchbook, which showed cute doodles of two little figures holding delicate butterflies, seemingly too silly for company. He closed it quickly, cleared his throat, and forced a smile. “Of course! If you don’t believe me, ask Leo... Oh, he’s in the shower now, wait a second...”
Before Rael could finish, Leo walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a loose towel, smiling. “Wait for what? Rael, is that a call from my brother?”