Leave Me Alone, Big Brothers! [BL] Chapter 139: Sweet Possession

Antonio stayed until the end of dinner, making the al tense and unpleasant. Especially Nathan, who clearly showed his stiff expression, rembering the punishnt the man had given him last ti. The clinking of cutlery against porcelain sounded unusually loud in the heavy silence, and even the servants moved more carefully than usual.

But he remained silent because Huan had returned. He had accused the old man of being cruel.

Antonio didn’t talk much, unlike usual, which made Roger feel a little relieved. His quiet presence was far more unsettling than his sharp remarks. After dinner, the man imdiately said goodbye and left.

He just looked at Roger, Leo, Malvin, Lucas, one by one, then at Nael and finally Nathan.

Nathan looked down, but the old man stared at him for quite a long ti. When he lifted his face, Antonio was still staring at him intently. But it wasn’t a look of anger or resentnt.

Nathan felt uncomfortable. He squeezed the corner of his bag nervously, but then he spoke.

"I’m sorry about last ti. You are still evil, but not as evil as I expected," said Nathan, still looking down. He knew he should have been more respectful to his elders, but he had been too angry at the ti.

Antonio didn’t answer imdiately, but after a while he sighed. "Good thing you know how to apologize. Co to my house. I’m sure you’ve never seen such a big house before."

Nathan looked at Antonio; sohow the invitation felt warm but also insulting at the sa ti.

"This house is big enough, and I don’t want to see another stranger’s house," replied Nathan. "But thank you for your invitation. Maybe I will co later."

Nael looked at Nathan, then looked at Antonio. "Can I co too?"

Antonio looked at Nael. "Of course. You can co anyti."

anwhile, the others looked at Nael as if he had just made a deal with the devil. No one wanted to stay with Antonio for long, especially in the man’s big house, which felt empty and boring, with long corridors and echoing rooms.

Antonio then walked away, his steps quick but beginning to falter, leaning heavily on his cane.

Roger looked at Nael. "You will end up in his storage room if you make him angry."

Nael shook his head. "It’s not that bad. He always gives a lot of food there."

"You won’t care about food if you’re scared all the ti," said Lucas.

Nael looked at Nathan. "It’s really not that bad. Maybe soday we can go there together? You have to try to visit him, at least once."

He wanted Nathan to feel what he felt. He wanted his twin to enjoy what he had enjoyed. For him, Antonio wasn’t too bad, just scary and prone to physical punishnt, though strangely generous afterward.

Nathan remained silent.

anwhile, Alexander was still in the room, looking at the results of the examination he had obtained regarding Huan’s condition. He conducted a thorough review of the accident that had befallen the man.

Even though Huan said that Antonio had called a doctor to examine him, Alexander wanted to make sure for himself.

Alexander saw scars on several parts of Huan’s body, which worried him. But after looking at the results of the examination, it seed he didn’t need to worry too much, as nothing life-threatening had been found.

"How could you be so careless? Why didn’t you call if you saw sothing suspicious?" Alexander asked, returning to his fierce tone.

Huan sighed. "I had no idea Sir Antonio was making those plans, because that day I had just returned from his house."

Alexander glared. "What? Did you tell Jack to co to your village?"

Huan pursed his lips, then replied, "I’m afraid you might get angry."

"I’m angry now. What else are you hiding from ? Tell ." Alexander stared intently at Huan.

Huan took a deep breath, feeling pressured.

And Alexander realized it. He was making Huan uncomfortable.

Finally, he pulled Huan from the sofa opposite him to sit on his lap. "You know, Huan, I really hate it when you lie to , let alone hide sothing from . I will really, really hate it."

Huan looked into Alexander’s eyes before looking down. He had already beco Antonio’s scapegoat, so there was nothing he needed to hide.

He told Alexander everything, starting from when Antonio asked him to leave Alexander’s side so that Athena could enter Alexander’s life.

"I knew it. Is that why you wanted to resign?"

"Well, I never wanted to leave in the first place. But seeing how you treat , without feelings and only thinking of as a sexual object, I can’t stay any longer. I feel like there’s no point in staying by your side," Huan admitted, his voice trembling slightly despite his attempt to remain calm.

Alexander clicked his tongue. "A sexual object? You don’t know how crazy I am about you. But yes, I admit I can’t and don’t want to force you to stay."

Alexander pressed Huan’s cheek, stroking it gently. "I don’t know how to keep you, and I’m going crazy over it. I’m too shy to say I want you to be by my side always."

Huan held his breath, looking at Alexander’s gentle gaze that made his heart flutter. "I don’t know; sotis you confuse , Alex. Sotis you act so nice, and sotis you act like a bastard."

Alexander sighed, sounding hurt. "You don’t know how much I want to hold you, lock you away naked, only for . But I didn’t do it, because I not only need you, but I love you. I don’t want to hurt your feelings. And here, you still think I’m a bastard. You know, Huan, I could kill you now, anyti I wanted. I didn’t do it because if you die, I will die myself. You don’t know how frustrated I am. But I am telling you this now, I truly LOVE you, and I WANT to keep you."

Huan stared intently at Alexander, searching for sincerity in his eyes, trying to asure whether those words were born from obsession or genuine affection.

"Please, don’t leave ," Alexander pleaded.

Huan looked down, hiding his smile. "I’ll try."

"Promise ."

"I can’t. What if you change your mind later?"

Alexander clicked his tongue. "Do you really doubt my feelings?"

"No, I need to make sure over ti. Be patient. I’ve always been patient with you for years."

Alexander was impatient, but he only brought his face closer to the man’s neck and kissed him. "Anyway, if you feel better and strong enough, let’s go to Malta."

***

The mansion was quiet after dinner.

Nathan stepped out of the ho gym, his shirt damp with sweat and his muscles humming from the workout. His throat felt like sandpaper, driving him toward the kitchen for a cold glass of water.

He stopped at the threshold of the kitchen, the soft glow of the under-cabinet lighting spilling across the marble island. He stood silently, unnoticed, watching a scene he never expected to witness between his brothers. For a mont, he forgot about his thirst.

Roger and Malvin were locked in a tense, hushed, and utterly ridiculous argunt.

Malvin had a spoon poised over a chocolate cake sitting in a glass container. Roger’s hand was clamped firmly around Malvin’s wrist, physically blocking the path to the frosting.

"You aren’t even going to finish it tonight," Malvin hissed. "Why won’t you share? I’m only taking a single bite!"

"No, no, no," Roger replied, his voice a stubborn, rhythmic chant. "That is my cake. My special cake. I plan to finish this in a week. Don’t you dare touch it!"

Nathan watched from the shadows, a realization dawning on him. That was the cake he had given to Roger. He hadn’t expected the man to be so genuinely, almost obsessively protective of a simple dessert.

Malvin jerked his arm, trying to angle the spoon toward a corner of the sponge. But Roger was faster. He wrenched Malvin’s hand back and, in a move of pure sibling pettiness, lunged forward and snatched the bite off Malvin’s spoon himself, leaving only crumbs behind.

Malvin’s face darkened with genuine irritation. "You are unbelievably greedy! I just wanted to taste it!"

Malvin, who was known for being the most stoic and unshakeable of the brothers, looked genuinely offended. He glared at the now-empty spoon as if it had personally betrayed him.

"You can’t just take soone else’s cake just because you want it!" Roger retorted, pulling the container closer to his chest like a dragon guarding gold. "I will not share!"

Malvin stared at the empty spoon for a mont before sighing in defeat. He dropped the utensil onto the island with a dull clink next to the half-sliced cake. "Fine. I will never give you my food again," Malvin muttered.

Roger looked entirely unfazed, savoring the chocolate with a smug expression. "That’s fine. I’ll just steal yours anyway."

Malvin’s eyes narrowed. He made one more sudden, lightning-fast grab for the container, but Roger was ready. He swiped the cake off the counter and tucked it under his arm as if protecting a priceless treasure.

"Stingy," Malvin grumbled.

Nathan finally stepped into the light, his boots thudding against the tile. "You two are fighting over cake like toddlers," he said, walking past them to grab a glass and fill it with water.

Both brothers jumped slightly, their heads snapping toward Nathan. They hadn’t realized he had been standing there the whole ti, silently witnessing their childish battle.

Roger didn’t even look embarrassed. He just held the cake tighter, his chin raised in defiance. "It’s my cake, Nathan. And I am not sharing it. Not even with the person who gave it to ."

Nathan took a long, slow drink of water, watching them over the rim of the glass. "Unbelievable."