Amelia raised an eyebrow imperceptibly.
His entrance was way too dramatic.
That face alone was already eye-catching enough.
And on top of that, his actions were far too intimate.
The cafeteria students were all staring with wide eyes.
Not to mention Henry, who was experiencing this scene up close—he was so shocked that his chopsticks nearly slipped from his hands.
Carl, however, acted as if Henry didn’t exist. He slightly bent over, dressed in a tailored suit, his fingers gently tucking Amelia’s long hair to one side. His low chuckle resonated once more.
“Can you ask your classmate to move? I brought you some food.”
“He’s not my classmate,” Amelia set down her spoon, propped her chin up, and looked at him. “He’s a brother from the Hart family.”
Brother?
Carl’s lips curled into a
