Anthony.
As I walked into my office, I found Chris standing by the window, staring at someone out there and when I peeped, it was no other than Heath, cleaning up the garden. “It isn’t proper to stare at someone.” I said bluntly, walking to sit.
“Even if that person is your sister?” Chris croaked his neck, giving me a sight of the scar that I had hated all my life. “Because I can’t see anything wrong in it.” He added proudly.
I offered him a seat, despite the grudge that I hold against him. “Then that makes you a creep. Oh, you have been one for years.”
“I missed you.” Chris smirked.
I had to hold back myself from wiping away the smirk on his face. “As much as I wished that could be true, I should have you know that I don’t care.” I gritted softly.
Chris and I go way back. We were of
