Chester Sawyer put on his most well-behaved act. He looked at Sebastian Lockwood, his eyes crinkling into a smile, his face full of anticipation, just like a big, docile dog.
Then, in a fawning, cloyingly sweet tone, he whined, "Second Brother—"
Sebastian Lockwood's expression didn't change. He simply put down his chopsticks in silence and rose from the dining table.
"Second Brother? Aren't you going to eat?"
"I'm feeling a little nauseous."
Some people are cute when they act spoiled. Others... are a real assault on the eyes and ears.
Chester Sawyer took a deep breath and redoubled his efforts, trailing right behind him. "You're usually so busy with work. You should take your vacation to relax properly, get out more, and see the world."
"The weather's hot. Not suitable for travel." Sebastian Lockwood picked up Timmy Lockwood and began to stroke its fur.
