God knows, he really doesn't want to be some damned brother.
He already has a pile of sisters at home, all bad-tempered little brats who bicker and make noise all day, only making him feel annoyed.
He truly dislikes being a brother.
But he found himself unable to say the words of refusal, even if his heart was unwilling.
"I knew it, Young Master Simmons was just joking with me, trying to make me happy," Scarlett Yates feigned indifference, though her words leaked a bit of disappointment.
"Who said I was joking?"
Seeing her saddened expression, Knox Simmons seemed to be triggered by something, and without thinking it through, he blurted out, "Of course, I sincerely want to be your brother, Scarlett. I've been wanting a little sister as cute as you for ages."
"Really?" Scarlett's bright, dark eyes looked at him again, carrying a hint of uncertainty and doubt.
