When Uriah came out of the kitchen, sweating and busy, she smiled and said she was full but still wanted dessert.
He immediately put down the food he had barely eaten and went to make a cake for her.
Iris leaned against the door frame and watched Uriah busy himself, beating eggs and stirring cream.
She deliberately asked, "Uriah, are you this good to all sisters, or just to me, your own sister?"
I was furious.
Damn angelic bitch!
Hasn't she had enough of it!
Uriah kneaded the dough and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I only have you as a sister."
Iris continued to ask, "Doesn't that Uma count as your sister, Uriah?"
He immediately interrupted her, "How could that kind of country bumpkin be considered my sister? Comparing yourself to her, wouldn't that be lowering your status?"
"Don't mention her. Just thinking about her makes me lose my appetite."
Uriah, who is polite outside, doesn't hold back when scolding me.
Iris's eyes flashed with pride, but she still felt it wasn't enough.
"Speaking of which, Uriah, you used to have the surname Vargas for eighteen years. Do you really have no feelings for Uma anymore?"