“Don’t say such things. Zoey is my little sister,” Jason interrupted her with a frown, his tone laced with faint reproach, though his expression held only exasperation.
I nodded in agreement, smiling. “Exactly. I see Jason as my own brother. Shairine, you shouldn’t joke about things like that.”
“And honestly, I think you and Jason are a better match than me,” I added.
Jason’s face darkened instantly. His eyes glinted with faint anger as he gave a sharp laugh. “Is that so? Well then, how about I introduce someone to you? Would you make time to meet them?”
“Sure. Thank you in advance, Jason.” I smiled brightly and agreed without hesitation.
For the next few days, I didn’t contact Jason, and he didn’t contact me either.
Instead, it was Shairine who showed up at my door.
When she arrived, both Yves and I happened to be at home.
“What’s the matter? Spit it out,” Yves said bluntly.
Feigning a hint of shyness, Shairine cast a quick glance my way before addressing him. “Yves, you know how Jason and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Even though we’ve broken up and gotten back together a few times, we still have feelings for each other.”