Tangled with Brothers

Chapter 4 They Won't Let Me Go

Miranda pushed Lawrence away and ran into Andrew's arms.

Andrew held Miranda, looking down at her slightly pale face. "Miranda, what happened?"

Lawrence straightened his posture, looking at the affectionate couple in front of him with an unchanged expression. "Miranda, would you like to explain to Andrew what happened between us?"

Miranda stiffened, turning her gaze towards the cold, impeccably dressed man behind her.

She understood the implication of Lawrence's words.

He wasn't referring to what just happened in the room but to their past encounters.

"Miranda?"

Not hearing a response from Miranda, Andrew furrowed his brows and called her gently.

"My hand got injured again..." Miranda slowly raised her right hand, which was bandaged.

In the end, she still did not confess.

Although the incident that night was an accident, she didn't want Andrew to misunderstand her as a flirt or think there was inappropriate intimacy between her and Lawrence.

She wanted to be with Andrew.

"Mr. Dawson wants me to stay at the Dawson family to recuperate, but I have refused."

Andrew looked at Lawrence and said, "Is what Miranda said true?"

Lawrence chuckled lightly, with a hint of unidentifiable sarcasm.

"Yes. Her fingers were not fully healed from the fracture, but she forced herself to play the piano due to my provocation. I am responsible."

Andrew gently held Miranda's injured hand, looking at her with guilt. "It's my fault. I didn't take good care of you. I insisted that you play the piano."

Miranda shook her head and said, "It's not your fault. I also wanted to play."

She thought that after more than a month without playing, her finger injury should have healed, and it was her own negligence.

Andrew's brows furrowed, his eyes reflecting pain.

"Miranda, the Dawson family has a dedicated medical room and a professional medical team. Staying here will indeed help with your recovery."

Miranda frowned, glancing at Lawrence. "But it doesn't seem appropriate for me to stay here..."

Andrew smiled and whispered in her ear, "You're my girlfriend. What's inappropriate about staying at my house to recuperate? And my brother has agreed to it as well."

Lawrence had remained silent, his hands in his suit pockets, lazily leaning against the table with a gaze full of aggression directed at Miranda.

"My words will never be as effective as your boyfriend's," he said nonchalantly with a cold smile. "Right, Miss Larson?"

Miranda ignored Lawrence's sarcasm, holding Andrew's hand and asking, "If I stay here, will you come back every day?"

The Dawson family was too far from the city center, and Andrew had an apartment there, so he probably wouldn't come home often.

She didn't want to face Lawrence every day.

Andrew said with a smile, "Of course, if you stay at the Dawson family, I'll come home every day."

Miranda knew that she couldn't refuse the two men's invitation any longer. Rather than dragging it out, she decided to accept graciously and rest sooner.

"Alright, then I'll stay at the Dawson family to recuperate for the next two months."

With Miranda agreeing to stay at the Dawson family, Lawrence and Andrew left the guest room, deciding not to disturb Miranda's rest.

"Lawrence, did you know Miranda before?"

Andrew felt that Lawrence's attitude towards Miranda was different somehow.

"I don't remember." Lawrence's answer was vague, leaving room for interpretation.

Andrew smiled and quickly changed the subject. "I remember you mentioned wanting to form a union with the Dorsey family. Did you go on a date with Rayne?"