A Cue For Happiness

Chapter 40 Is That Your Sweetheart

Yohan choked on his drink when he heard his name. “Excuse me, Steven Bowers. I’m ten times more handsome than you are.”

Steven was blissfully unaware of the tension in the air thickening and continued, “This is witchcraft! Is that woman a witch?”

Bang!

A glass of wine hit the table with a large force, its contents accidentally spilling out due to the sudden movement.

Steven and Yohan were startled at the sound. When they came back to their senses, they noticed that Samuel’s expression had turned serious.

Yohan glanced at Steven and widened his eyes, a sign of asking, “What’s going on?”

Steven was also in a state of confusion. He had no idea that he had accidentally offended his brother with his words.

Samuel got up and headed toward the door.

Steven blurted out, “Where are you going, Sam?”

“Going to see if that man is really as handsome as you say he is,” Samuel said faintly as his long, slender fingers rolled up his long sleeves, showing off his muscular arms. He looked like a soldier who was ready to engage in combat.

The door slammed shut. All who were left in the room were Steven and Yohan, who both had equally dumbstruck looks on their faces.

when did your

“I have no idea.”

had

did. But not to that

urge to use the restroom in the middle of

of a long corridor. However, she had only taken

was about to collide with the man, a hand reached out and

the unknown person, she had no idea

walked away, but the person who was behind her refused to let

her elbow to hit the person behind her. Before she could even

flush against each other. It was clearly a man as his wide chest was gently pressing against Natalie’s back. She

her teeth and warned. “Do

arm that was on her waist pulled her closer to him, and the distance

that?” A metallic voice rang from

voice, and an image of

“Samuel?”

around to face him. Their position was now reversed, with Natalie backed against the wall and

Their eyes met.

eyes bore holes into hers with the intensity of his