Emanuel’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“You are only 18, Emanuel. I get it—stuff like being the heir of a wealthy family and pressure coming from this single word—but just like every other living creature on the surface of earth, you also have only one life. So, don’t be an old man. You are still a teenager.” She lectured with a serious face.
I smiled while listening to her. It’s not like she isn’t under pressure. Of course, she is too. After all, she is also intending to take over her mother’s business when the time comes, but her nonchalance and live-life attitude made her more attractive and charming.
“Are you even listening to me?” She glared hard at me in the end.
“Of course, I am listening to you, Char. Who else is here who is talking non-stop?” I asked her teasingly, and she shot daggers
