Ray? As in Ray the Cousin?
I blinked, my gaze flicking between the two men.
The resemblance was striking.
Same sharp features. Same piercing gaze. Same smugness in their smirks.
They could pass for brothers.
How could two people who looked so alike despise each other so much?
This was just as bizarre as Xander’s green hair.
Then my brain clicked on another detail.
Ray was with Cherry.
What the—?
So, after all her dramatic sobbing about how she couldn’t live without Triston, here she was, clinging to his cousin like a cheap accessory.
Disgusting.
I rolled my eyes.
Cherry caught sight of it, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
Triston, meanwhile, had fully recovered from the initial shock and leaned back in his wheelchair, a slow, matching smirk forming on his lips.
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