Chapter 9

Scarlett’s POV

The meal had ended, and Francis was in a corner with his phone. I approached him and gave him a slight smile. I don’t know where Olive has gone, but since she went upstairs, she hasn’t bothered to come back down.

He took a deep breath before saying something, and he looked at me intently.

“Did something happen with Olive?”

“No,” I grimaced. “Why?”

“Because you never come over to talk to me, and here you are.”

“Francis, I didn’t…”

“It doesn’t matter, Scarlett. My brother has always been the favorite of everyone.”

“Francis,” I grabbed his arm. “I didn’t come over to you because I thought you were just some random guy, someone without personality but quite attractive. And that’s the truth.”

I said it, and his face didn’t seem relieved, quite the opposite. He looked like he wanted to cry and scream at the world how frustrated he was. When I saw the first tear slide down his cheek, I felt guilty. I even held onto