Ian Sinclair spun around, his expression a mixture of surprise and delight.
Before Mia Grant could say another word, he stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.
Mia Grant laughed and patted his arm. "Okay, okay, that’s enough."
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Ian Sinclair gave her a hard kiss on the lips. "Ca to see my cousin."
Mia Grant furrowed her brows, staring at him without a word.
"Alright, fine. I mostly wanted to see you."
"You have no idea. When I chased after you just now and couldn’t find you, I was so upset. I thought I wasn’t going to see you today."
The tall "puppy" loved to bury his head on her shoulder, nuzzling against the crook of her neck. When he acted cute, his voice would soften, making one want to pat his head.
And so, Mia Grant did just that.
In a corner of the brightly lit courtyard, the two of them hid in the shadows, nestled together as if for warmth, or perhaps flirting.
Carla Sinclair saw Mia Grant go outside. She left the other guests and followed the direction Mia had gone.
Around the corner, it was pitch black.
She took a step forward.
In the corner, Ian Sinclair was holding Mia Grant’s face and kissing her wildly.
The puppy hadn’t seen his owner in a long ti and was like a blazing fire, full of fierce passion. The heat from his lips was scalding as he continuously nibbled at the girl’s red lips.
Mia Grant’s lipstick was completely sared.
She hit him a couple of tis, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pushed his luck even further.
"S-Soone’s coming!" Her lips stung slightly. He had nipped her—not hard enough to break the skin, but Mia Grant still couldn’t help but gasp.
Her slightly parted lips conveniently cleared the way for his next conquest.
The footsteps grew closer.
Ian Sinclair could clearly feel her body tense up.
Though he said they wouldn’t be discovered, he still imdiately pulled her into his arms and turned around.
From the outside, only the tall silhouette of the young man was visible.
Even if soone could see the girl’s feet, no one would recognize her.
"Miss Sinclair."
A familiar voice suddenly rang out, and Mia Grant’s pupils contracted.
It was Simon Adler.
Carla Sinclair stopped and looked back. "What is it?"
"Is this a convenient ti? I’d like to talk to you now."
Even in front of Carla Sinclair, Simon Adler’s tone was still tinged with his usual arrogance.
Carla Sinclair was the sa, her cool eyes holding a trace of disdain.
The two of them were two of a kind. Probably because they were born with silver spoons in their mouths, they both liked to look down their noses at people.
After locking eyes for a few seconds, Carla Sinclair strode past him. "Let’s talk inside."
Simon Adler turned to the side, about to follow.
He paused for a mont. Before leaving, he glanced back toward the corner, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. Then he turned and disappeared into the courtyard.
***
As the footsteps faded away, the tension in Mia Grant’s body finally eased.
She gave Ian Sinclair a sharp kick. He yelped in pain and let her go, then looked at her with a wronged expression.
Under the moonlight, the glistening moisture on the girl’s lips caught his eye.
It reminded him of the alluring silvery thread that had connected them when they first pulled apart.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and the wronged look in his eyes slowly transford into sothing else.
"What are you looking at!" He was staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive.
Mia Grant stomped her foot and scolded him fiercely.
To the young man’s eyes, the scene held no threat at all.
On the contrary, he curled his lip, his gaze still filled with a lingering desire as he stared at her. "Baby, you’re so cute."
"..." Mia Grant was speechless.
"Be serious."
But she said it with little conviction.
Mia Grant cleared her throat, feigning a serious tone.
"First, answer my question. Who’s your cousin? Carla Sinclair?"
"Yeah." Ian Sinclair nodded.
"A first cousin?"
"A distant one."
"...So you’re close relatives?"
"No." Ian Sinclair thought for a mont and said, "Our families haven’t had much contact since my maternal grandfather’s father’s generation. It was only later that my parents and the Sinclair Family reconnected because of business."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." Ian Sinclair didn’t understand. "Is there a problem?"
Realizing sothing, his expression shifted, and he quickly explained, "I really only ca here today to find you. I was just stopping by to see my cousin since my mom asked to bring her sothing. That’s all."
"Even though we’re not really blood relatives, and we don’t act like a brother and sister, it’s really not what you saw."
Mia Grant had just breathed a sigh of relief, but his words made her freeze. "What ’what I saw’?"
"You’ve been here for a while, haven’t you? Watching for a long ti? I was just talking to her. There was nothing intimate going on. We were standing close because she was telling about her family matters and was worried soone would overhear."
Ian Sinclair spoke extrely quickly, afraid that if he slowed down for even a second, her anger level would rise.
Mia Grant stared at him blankly, and it took her a while to realize what he ant.
"Oh, you an that. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it."
He was so nervous; her saying that should have made him relax.
But for so reason, Mia Grant saw the puppy put his hands on his hips and frown, as if he wasn’t very satisfied with her answer.
eting his eyes, Mia Grant asked with a puzzled expression, "Why are you looking at like that?"
"You’re not angry at all?"
"Why would I be angry?"
"..."
The puppy was unhappy. "Aren’t you jealous?"
Mia Grant was speechless again. She raised her hand and smacked him on the back of the head. "She’s your cousin. What is there for to be jealous of?"
"But you didn’t know that a minute ago."
"Oh, co on, that’s enough. It’s rare for us to see each other. Do you really want to talk about such a boring topic?"
Ian Sinclair snapped out of it. "Oh, right. What are you doing here? Weren’t you at the Hughes Family’s place?"
"That cousin of yours is good friends with my brother. I was invited, so I ca to check it out."
Ian Sinclair didn’t doubt her.
"My turn to ask." The conversation went back and forth, and Mia Grant was curious. "Do you know Carla Sinclair? Or her dad?"
"In what way?"
"Any way is fine."
"Her? She’s alright, I guess, but she has a personality defect. I wouldn’t say she’s cold, exactly, just... emotionless."
"Her dad... I’ve t him a few tis. How to describe him..." Ian Sinclair pressed his lips together.
"He’s just... like that."
"..."
Mia Grant waited with an expectant look for a long ti, only to get such a useless sentence.
’This is what happens when you don’t study hard.’
’Limited intelligence. Can’t even think of a single adjective at a critical mont.’
Sensing her disdain, Ian Sinclair felt helpless. He threw his hands up. "You really can’t bla . Her dad is genuinely... abstract."
"When we t as kids, her dad was very kind and always smiled at us juniors. When we t again later, he still smiled, but it just looked very strange."
"I say he’s abstract because he’s gone through four more wives, one after another. You could say he ’liked’ them, but each one didn’t last long, and they separated quickly. And every wife who left him doesn’t dare to ntion their marriage to him publicly. It’s like every single one of them is... exceptionally terrified."
"Besides, who would let an outsider inherit the family business? There’s really sothing wrong with his head."
Mia Grant frowned.
"Why are you asking all this? Are you planning to marry her, or her dad?"
"...I’m asking for my brother."
"Then you’d better tell your brother to give up the struggle," Ian Sinclair said. "Carla Sinclair’s temper is impervious to reason. Marrying her... TSK, why don’t you have your brother wait a bit?"
"Wait for what?"
Ian Sinclair said with an innocent face, "Carla Sinclair said she has a younger sister. Just have your brother marry her sister instead."
Across from him, Carla Sinclair’s younger sister: "..."
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