“No, no,” he stammered, addressing Katrina. “As I said to you last night, she’s my reckless little sister. Her hand got burned because she was careless with hot soup.”
Little sister?
My breath hitched. Last night, after they kissed, Lewis did not just betray me, but he even introduced me as his little sister to Katrina.
Katrina’s gaze flicked between us, a slow smirk playing on her lips.
“If your hand is injured, you shouldn’t be at a gynecologist but at a general clinic, little sister,” she said, emphasizing the words with relish.
Then, she turned to Lewis, her voice dripping with faux concern, “Lewis, you must be overwhelmed taking care of her, right? So, hurry and take her before it gets worse. I’ll excuse myself then.”
As she started to hop away, Lewis did not even hesitate, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms. "Let me take you over first, Kate. Grace, wait here for me."
Kate.
The nickname struck me like a blow to the chest. He did not just give me a special nickname; he had one for her too.
The energy drained from my body, leaving me weak and lightheaded.