Part 3The Gamer's Secret Crush

My brother came back that evening, looking exhausted and apologetic as he said to me, "I have to fly to the US tomorrow for a business trip. I'll hang out with you when I get back."

Then he turned to Arthur, telling him to take good care of me.

I saw him casually say "Hmm," his back to us as he continued cooking.

My brother was still telling me to stay up late less, but I couldn't hear a word of it.

The thought of being alone with him for half a month made me lower my head, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"Arthur, take good care of my sister, or I'll kick you out when I get back."

"I'll starve her," he retorted to my brother in a mean voice.

My brother laughed out of exasperation, walked over, and pretended to hit him. The two of them bantered for a bit.

I sat at the dining table, watching them laugh.

I felt a bit envious of my brother. I didn't think I could act so naturally around him.

When I woke up the next day, my brother had already left.

Looking at the worried messages he left on my phone, I washed up and went downstairs to make some instant noodles.

Halfway through eating, Arthur came downstairs.

My brother had mentioned before that he had terrible morning sickness. Seeing him looking full of hostility and annoyance, I swallowed my greeting and silently buried my head in my noodles, not daring to make a sound.

"Little Chloe, you're not very polite."

I blanked for a moment, looking up under his dissatisfied gaze with an embarrassed smile. "Morning."

He leaned in, gave it a look of disgust. "No nutrition. Wake me up tomorrow to cook."

It was as if he specifically came down just to say that to me, and as soon as he finished, he went back upstairs.

I looked at his tall, lean back in confusion. Did he specifically come down just to snap at me?

But Arthur always had a bad temper, so I didn't think much of it.

At noon, Arthur came downstairs with messy hair to cook.

Hearing the noise in the living room, I spoke up apologetically, "Sorry, Arthur, for troubling you."

He scoffed, not even turning his head as he snorted coldly, "Not even calling me Brother. Watch out, I might starve you."

I chuckled quietly from behind. Arthur was fierce, but his bark was worse than his bite.

"You wouldn't."

His back seemed to stiffen for a moment. Then he brought the dishes over and said in a fierce tone, "Get your ass over here and eat."