He wore gold-rimmed glasses, had sharp features, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, exquisite down to the last hair.
Just as I was lost in thought, Zane patted my shoulder, his tone somewhat casual.
"Stella, my brother is here; go have a drink with him."
I tugged at his sleeve, still unwilling to give up, and asked, "Are you really sure you want me to drink with him?"
I emphasized the words "drink with him," but Zane seemed unfazed by my concern.
"What's the big deal? If the older brother has it, the younger brother can't have nothing, right?"
"Brother, this isn't right..."
Zane impatiently interrupted, "Brothers are like hands and feet; women are like clothes, just a woman!"
The phrase "just a woman" made all the girls present change their expressions.
I thought to myself, "You will regret this, Zane. Time will prove it."
I smiled sweetly and slowly stood up, throwing myself into Yale's arms, joking, "Let's do what your brother loves most."
"Your brother will be so happy."
The atmosphere in the private room froze instantly, everyone staring at me in shock.
Yale paused, his deep-set eyes flickering with an inscrutable light.