Rose stared at Bright. How many things had he not told her? How many secrets or things did he have
that she didn't know?
She felt she was transparent in front of him with no privacy, while she could not see through him and
did not understand him at all.
"Zoe is not my sister." This was what Bright wanted to tell her.
Rose widened her beautiful eyes and was astonished for a moment....
"She is not your sister? How can she not be your sister? Even if you have the same father but different
mothers, she is also your sister." Rose frowned and pondered. She had seen Zoe twice. But she did
not know this thing.
Because Bright was not enthusiastic about his family except for his brother. He and Francis even gave
tit for tat and no one was willing to admit defeat.
Maybe she didn't see any difference in Bright's attitude toward Zoe. So, she didn't tell it.
"She's just Hallie's daughter, but not my Dad's, which means she's not related to me. We are just
brothers and sisters in name." Bright told Rose the reason.
"She's not Dad's daughter?" Rose looked extremely incredulous.
"Yes. She was brought to the Lee family after Hallie and Dad got married. So, her surname is Hill. How
can I get into her room?" they were not related by blood and he had to behave himself.
"What about Stefan? He should be Dad's son, right?" Rose looked up at him like a curious baby.
Bright looked down at her clear eyes, "Stefan is Hallie and Dad's son."
"I have thought Zoe has her mother's last name and Stefan has his father's last name. So, you're not
related to Zoe." Rose was suddenly enlightened, "No wonder she's like that. It all makes sense."
"What is the matter with her? What makes sense?" it was Bright's turn to ask the question.
Rose smiled proudly, "So there's something you don't know."
"I'm not a god. I'm just an ordinary person. That's not the only thing I don't know." Bright lightly crossed
his long legs and shifted into a more comfortable position, "Don't think of me as so omnipotent. I have
flesh and blood as well as emotions and desires."
He fixed his eyes on her face as he spoke. His soft eyes wandered over her eyebrows, her nose, and
stopped at her pink lips.
She blushed a little at his eager gaze, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I am waiting for you to answer my question." He had been waiting patiently for her.
"I feel that Zoe doesn't like me and is a bit aggressive to me. But she especially cares about you. Last
time you wanted to stay at the Lee family's villa for one night, she was extremely joyful at that time. She
also looked hurt when you were cold." Rose thought back to the two times she had seen Zoe, and
details flashed through her mind.
"Is that so?" Bright was indifferent.
"Didn't you notice?" Rose looked serious.
"She lives in the Lee family's villa and I live in Ginkgo Villa. We only see each other at family dinners.
Why do I notice so much? Do you think I will pay attention to everyone?" Bright answered gently.
It was said that Bright was heartless. It could be seen from what he said just now that he was indeed
heartless.
Even if Zoe was not his real sister and was only his stepsister, he should have been polite on the
surface. But he was still so cold.
However, Zoe cared about him a lot. She was obviously concerned about everything about him. She
would be happy for him and be sad for him. But she couldn't get a trace of warmth from him.
"She is indeed my stepsister on the surface. But in fact, she is not related with me and is no different
from other women for me. I have to keep the distance and let her clearly understand that we won't get
closer." Bright saw through her thoughts and explained.
"I haven't even asked yet and you've answered it." Rose was deflated that she was still transparent in
front of him.
"I'm just afraid that you'll be tired after talking more." Bright held the water bottle and poured a glass of
water, handing it to her, "Drink some water to rehydrate yourself."
Rose took the water and glared at him, "So I have to thank Mr. Bright for his thoughtfulness."
"You're welcome." Bright could not help but smiled softly.
Only in front of Rose, he was not so cold and tough, but just gentle and soft.
Such a Bright was exclusively for Rose.
"What you said and have done are actually not wrong. But I just sympathize with Zoe." Rose held a
glass of water.
Bright raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "You sympathize with her? Why?"
"Don't you think she likes you?" Rose, from a woman's point of view, felt that it was indeed like this, "it's
women's love for men."
"I just think she's a schoolgirl." Bright said.
"A schoolgirl will be stubborn once she falls in love with someone." Because that feeling was very pure.
So, she would take it seriously. Even if that man did not like her, as long as she could look at him and
say a word to him, she would be happy.
"When you were about 20 years old, were you so stubborn if you liked someone?" Bright's low voice
was getting huskier and more charming.
Rose was a little uneasy, "Why are you talking about me?"
"Then who do you like now?" Bright still stared at her with a burning gaze, not allowing her to evade the
question.
Rose remained silent. How could she easily say that she liked someone anytime and anywhere?
Rose looked at Bright. But the latter just raised his eyebrows.
"I'm going to go see if Doris is done with her shower." Rose put down the glass and got up.
As soon as she got up, Bright had hugged her from behind, "Is it so hard to say you like me?"
Rose lightly bit her pink lips. In fact, it was not hard. But she was so shy.
When she was young, she could easily say that she liked someone. Now that she had matured and
had a daughter, she preferred to put her feelings in the most important place in her heart.
What's more, the love which could be easily said was not necessarily true.
Rose gently pulled his hand around her waist and turned around. Her eyes were filled with softness
and affection. Then, she lightly stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the face before backing away.
"I'm a doer."
With that, Rose blushed and rushed to the bathroom.
Bright watched Rose's back. She was so flustered and was like a panicked rabbit.
He raised his hand and touched his cheek Rose had just kissed. She was truly a doer.
Shouldn't he respond to her love with action as well?
Bright looked at the big bed with light blue sheets.
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