Chapter 7. Grandpa Jordy’s House

This is a misfortune of its own for me. Since the beginning of his arrival at my parents' house, I knew, my lips aren't capable of rejecting him. But don't expect the word 'yes' to roll smoothly as tonight's conclusion. I'm not a naive twenty-something who can be swayed this way and that. Or charmed by his style... tonight, I'll give a half-hearted applause; Andrew is handsome after all.

Wearing a black shirt that hugs his body perfectly, not to mention his always impeccable appearance. Maybe for some women, they wouldn't think twice about accepting his invitation. Not me.

I'll make them retreat systematically with the stubbornness I possess. I'll act normal even though I feel like rolling my eyes in frustration; having the door opened for us as we arrived at Grandfather's yard, asking to hold my hand—this I strongly refuse. No one is allowed to touch me recklessly. And receiving teasing glances from some close relatives.

For the first time in over a decade, I'm wa