Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Julian Sia unconsciously curved his lips, letting out a long, drawn-out laugh.
"So what does Claire think? Although I’m not that much older, why do you call brother?"
Claire Green’s eyes shifted, her tone relaxed and languid.
"You’re right, as long as brother stays forever young."
Upon hearing this, Julian paused montarily, stared at her intently, his cold lips curled up with a teasing glint in his eyes.
His deep, magnetic voice was both alluring and stirring.
"You’ll find out soon, Claire."
"..." This man is going off the rails again.
Mason Quinn could hardly watch, rubbing his forehead helplessly, "Hey, you two, mind your manners in public."
Claire Green looked at him indifferently, her eyes slightly reddened.
"Talkative."
Mason imdiately turned to Julian Sia, complaining, "She said I talk too much."
Who would’ve thought.
Julian Sia’s eyes sparkled with laughter, his long fingers clenched into a fist against his lips, giving a light cough.
"You do talk a bit much,"
he said casually and leisurely, without a hint of guilt.
Mason stood there dumbfounded, watching the two walk away, realizing that he was the clown all along.
He trudged along behind them, questioning his existence the whole way.
This continued until they got in the car, where Mason, seemingly forgetting his recently wounded heart, sat in the driver’s seat and joked.
"Mr. Sia, are you heading back to the old house, or planning to stay at the hotel with her?"
Julian Sia glanced sideways at the girl who suddenly sat obediently today, chuckling softly.
"Claire is staying at a hotel?"
Claire Green, typing a ssage on her phone, nodded upon hearing his voice.
"Mason, head to Berlin." Julian’s fingers moved slightly on his lap as he spoke in a low voice.
As he finished speaking,
he saw Claire Green’s dark eyes looking at him, a profound look within them.
As if asking what on earth her ’brother’ was up to.
Julian Sia raised a hand to gently pinch her ear, slowly leaned closer, and his husky voice whispered in her ear.
"How could brother bear the thought of you staying at a hotel, so I can only bring you ho."
Claire suddenly felt her heart warm, shifting her body and turning to look out the window.
Julian watched her ears quickly turn red and laughed joyously, dragging out his words.
"Claire is shy now."
What answered him was a head of shiny black hair.
Mason Quinn had been secretly observing the two through the rearview mirror, and seeing this interaction, a plan ford in his mind.
He suddenly slamd the brakes, causing the car to lurch forward due to inertia.
Seeing the girl about to hit the back of the seat, Julian Sia pulled her directly into his embrace.
Claire Green lay on the man’s chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat, her mind instantly cald.
Julian looked down at her stunned face, involuntarily raising a hand to gently stroke her long hair.
"Claire, do you plan on staying in brother’s arms forever?"
Claire Green snapped back to reality, withdrawing from his embrace, lazily sitting back in her seat, with a sly smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Wasn’t it brother who couldn’t wait to pull ?"
Mason Quinn, seeing how perfectly he had unintentionally played matchmaker, was considering whether to create another "incident" when he t a cold glare in the rearview mirror.
Alright, you two play among yourselves!
The car continued smoothly all the way to the Berlin mansion.
Claire Green glanced at the retro European architecture in front of her, hands in her pockets, letting out a whistle with her red lips.
"Brother is indeed rich and generous."
It was much bigger than the house she spent a billion on; indeed, she was the poorest among them all.
"Does Claire like it here?" Julian Sia stood behind her, his dark eyes watching her silently as he spoke slowly.
Claire Green turned back, the corners of her eyes arched with a unique charm.
"What, is brother planning to transfer the house to ?"
Julian Sia chuckled lightly at her remark, "I an, if you like it, take a good look."
"..." There’s a saying I don’t know if I should say.
Mason Quinn looked at Julian Sia with a face full of admiration and then took his leave.
"Mr. Sia, I’m heading out."
Julian responded with a low hum and led Claire Green into the house.
...
After her shower, Claire Green lay on the bed, suddenly recalling that embrace from earlier today. She had to admit, the man had quite the physique.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Claire Green raised an eyebrow, wondering what this man was up to in the middle of the night, as she walked over to open the door.
Before her stood the man in a white bathrobe, casually leaning there, and in his well-defined hand was a glass of milk.
"Is brother trying to tempt ?"
She said while giving a aningful look at his faintly visible chest.
Julian Sia pinched her cheek slightly, with a hint of punishnt.
His lips curled into a slight smile, looking at her leisurely.
"Claire, can’t you think a bit more wholesoly?"
Claire Green’s mouth twitched a bit. You’re the one knocking on my door at night in a bathrobe, and yet you say my mind is not pure? Can you even be called a person?
Julian Sia seed to have discerned her inner thoughts, flicked his eyelids, casually said, "Brother just showered and ca downstairs to get you milk."
"Oh, thank you so much," Claire Green said as she took the milk from the man’s hand, drank it in one go, and then unceremoniously closed the door.
Julian Sia looked at the empty glass in his hand and chuckled lightly; she had quite the temper.
...
Early in the morning, Mason Quinn ca over carrying sothing.
Claire Green went downstairs and saw him bustling around everywhere.
"You’re awake, co over for breakfast," Mason called out warmly as he looked up.
Claire Green subtly raised her eyebrows, her lips curved with a relaxed smile, "Mason, you’re quite qualified as a toolman."
Mason’s body paused. You think I want this? It’s all because soone made him co buy breakfast early in the morning.
"So in return for being so qualified, the next ti you and Mr. Sia are flirting, could you spare a thought for my feelings?"
Claire Green, holding a bowl of porridge, took small bites and, without much thought, replied, "If you can’t see, go get a check-up."
Julian Sia ca downstairs to see such a scene, the girl slowly sipping her porridge while Mason glared at her.
"What’s going on?"
Before Claire could speak, Mason couldn’t hold back, "Mr. Sia, she’s bullying ."
Who would have thought.
Julian Sia elegantly sat at the dining table, raised an eyebrow, and gave a light "Oh."
That’s it? Couldn’t you have a bit more reaction?
Mason angrily took a bun, biting into it while glaring at them.
Suddenly, a phone ringing broke the silence, Julian Sia pressed the speaker button, "What’s up?"
"Mr. Sia, I heard you’re back in Capital City. The guys set up a get-together—wanna co?" said a cheerful guy over the phone.
Julian Sia glanced at Mason eating, then coldly declined.
"No ti."
The guy persisted, "Co on, you just got back, how can you have no ti?"
"Babysitting,"
Julian Sia’s lazy voice drew attention from the other two, even the guy on the phone was startled.
"What, where did you get a kid?"
Holy crap, a new kid at Mr. Sia’s place? Where’d that co from, an illegitimate child?
In an instant, Claire Green beca the ’kid’ in their conversation.
"Picked one up, hanging up now." Julian Sia hung up the call and leisurely sipped his tea.
Claire Green raised an eyebrow, her red lips curling up, lazily asking, "Picked up?"
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