Teresa's POV
In the end, I made breakfast for Saint, who happily ate the simple meal I had prepared. I just gave him something very basic that I quickly put together, but he devoured it in large bites, thanking me and not minding that my brother watched him resentfully the whole time he was eating my food. After finishing, he got up and insisted I share my other contact details with him. Besides the phone number he already had, he asked for my email and even my f*******: account so he could talk to me when necessary. My brother didn't want me to share all this information, but in the end, I did.
Only after that did Saint finally leave my house, though he said he would call to discuss the agreement we reached.
Naturally, upon hearing this, my brother wanted to know what kind of agreemen
