Chapter 8
“Big brother, don’t you think you’ve gone too far?”
Camden looked at the man in front of him.
Same mother, twins.
But from childhood, he had been inferior to him in everything.
Because of Kieran’s extraordinary excellence, he had won the favor and love of all the elders in the family.
Naturally, he inherited everything when he grew up.
While he could only be a wastrel who threw money around.
Countless people envied him, but they didn’t know.
Many times, he was jealous of Kieran, hated Kieran.
Yet because of the shadow cast since childhood, he feared him from his very bones.
This contradictory psychology tormented him sleeplessly.
“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who lost her to me that night.”
“But you’ve always stayed away from women, always had no interest in them.”
“I thought you wouldn’t touch her, thought you’d find her dirty!“.
Camden refused to admit it.
That night when he deliberately lost Harper to him, it was more out of a desire to humiliate Kieran.
A woman he was tired of playing with, yet Kieran had been secretly coveting her.
Did he think he couldn’t see it?
The moment Kieran first saw Harper, his expression had changed.
They’d been brothers for over twenty years.
This was the first time he’d seen Kieran’s gaze linger on a woman.
He’d even looked at Harper’s legs twice.
So he’d come up with that absurd idea.
Using a girlfriend he was getting tired of to humiliate his big brother who was always above him.
It would be thrilling, satisfying.
But he’d never imagined that Kieran, a man with such extreme germaphobia, would actually touch Harper.
And he’d never expected that the night Kieran took Harper away, he’d be so distracted he couldn’t sleep all night.
The girl he’d taken away–originally that night he’d been determined to do something with her.
But in the end, he’d pushed her away.
At the time, his mind was full of thoughts about whether Kieran was kissing and caressing Harper the way he was at
that moment.
How would Harper react?
Could she tell it wasn’t him?
Would she be as obedient and compliant under Kieran as she was under him?
That thought tormented him with irritation.
As soon as dawn broke, he’d returned to the estate.
When the servants told him that Kieran had left at six as usual, he’d truly breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he saw Harper coming downstairs covered in kiss marks, acting shy and sweet as she complained that he’d been too rough and hurt her, in that instant, he’d really wanted to kill someone.
He’d had many women.
When they parted or when he casually gave them away, he’d never felt the slightest softness or reluctance.
He’d thought Harper was the same.
But in that moment, he suddenly realized.
She was different.
From the beginning, Harper had been different from all the others.
He’d forgotten that Harper was the only girl he’d seriously pursued after falling for her at first sight.
He’d underestimated how much she meant to him.
