Wyatt returned home, clearly disheartened.
“Bro, what's the matter? Did something go wrong?"Damian, lounging on the sofa, eyed his brother's sullen face.
"No." Wyatt sighed. "Renee gave me a gift..."
"She did? Show me!"Damian perked up.
Wyatt eyed Damian warily. "Why the sudden interest?"
Damian reclined again and casually remarked, "I'm just curious about what kind of gift Renee would give you."
"It's a tie she designed, with my surname as the pattern."
Damian straightened up and asked, "Wyatt, could I swap the sports car I got last month for it?"
At the mention of the car,Wyatt’s anger flared. "Absolutely not!"
"Wyatt!"
"Marcelo got my tie. There's no point in talking!"Wyatt hissed.
And he missed out on Marcelo’s car too!
The regret was eating him up
