Chapter 168: I’m Just A Manny
(WESLEY)
It’s been three days since I last saw Jericho. It is disappointing, which I honestly find odd. I liked hanging out with him in the garden despite the fact that I barely know him. I can’t believe that I told him about my condition. But the way he looked at me expectantly compelled me to be honest with him. I didn’t expect him to react the way he did. He was so kind and comforting. Maybe I should regret telling him, but at the moment, I don’t.
I’ve heard tons of stories about Adonis men my entire life, but Jericho is nothing like them. He is gentler. Warmer even. He says that he is an asshole, but so far, I haven’t seen him do anything that confirms it. He is more thoughtful than someone in his position would be. I wonder if he is soft because he isn’t expected to take over as head of the Triple Triads. Maybe that is the reason why he isn’t as ruthless as his brother.
I have been in the same position with my family. Not much was expected from me because Danny is the first born. He was groomed to be brutal from childhood. But I don’t think that Danny’s horrible and ruthless behavior is just from Papa. If positions were reversed and I’d been the oldest, I’m certain that I wouldn’t have turned out like Danny. I can fight and do violent things where need be, but it’s just not in my DNA to be as cruel as he is. I get instinctively violent when I need to protect others, but I’m not just cruel to people for the sake of being cruel. I prefer to nurture, unlike my brother Danny who prefers to destroy.
Jericho is more like me in that way.
Or maybe he is an asshole just like he said.
I’m finishing up on eating my lunch then Arlo joins me. He sits across from me and clasps his hands on the table. Of late, he looks well rested and he seems more confident with the baby. But right now, he has a funny look on his face which in a way worries me. I’m always in fear of them discovering who I truly am.
"Is something the matter?" I ask, looking up at him.
"You should have told me that Reid was pestering you." He says in a vaguely accusing tone.
Heat rushes to my face and I blink repeatedly. "Oh, well...I...I―"
I can’t very well fill him in very well because this is the kind of attraction that I didn’t want to attract to myself in the first place. I’m trying so hard to be under the radar, but he can’t know that. I’m hoping to be a helpful but invisible presence. "How did you know?"