The next day, my mom urged me to have lunch with Dylan. She was pleased to see me dressing up thoughtfully and joked that I was growing up and might soon be uncatchable.
I smiled and left, but instead of going to the Cox family company, I headed straight to Cox Villa.
Master Cox was old and wanted his sons and their families to move back to the old house. At this time, Dylan, being the outstanding one, was likely at the company, but Marcel, according to Mr. Cox, stayed up late and slept in, so he was probably catching up on sleep.
Sure enough, when I arrived at the Cox Villa, Marcel was in his pajamas, drinking milk. His hair was a mess, and his buttons were not properly fastened, exposing his muscular chest. He squinted at me with a ring of milk around his lips.
"Dylan's at the company," he said indifferently.
"I know," I nodded.
Marcel frowned. "Then who are you looking for? It's just me and Grandpa at home."
I tilted my head and smiled playfully. "Looking for you. Is that a problem?"
Marcel frowned again, glancing at my white doll dress. "I don't have time to entertain kids."
Ha, he's actually younger than me by a year.