“And how was your night…” Grace entered the kitchen, following her brother as soon as she came back.
“So, what's with the sour look?” Her brother asked instead, throwing her a side glance. Grace let out a sigh and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “Had a fun night?” Her brother added mischievously.
“Not now, Derrick… I see you are doing your uncle duties…she's becoming unbearable,” Grace remarked and picked up some plates and both proceeded to the lining room.
“She only wants answers, she's a brave, intelligent girl,” her brother said between chuckles. Derrick was undeniably a handsome man, with rugged features that displayed his strength and charisma. But beyond his physical appeal, he possessed an even more captivating quality – his unwavering role as a protective
