Chapter 67: Opening up
"Jeslyn, you. are. my. father’s. wife!" He spelled it out for her. "You are almost like those girls running after my father and we both know the reason." He smirked, hoping to see her raging like usual.
However, Jeslyn smiled bitterly and brushed his hair with her fingers, careful enough not to ruin it.
"Your father and I are in this marriage for a reason and..." she thought against telling him. "I don’t necessarily have to be your blood sister for you to see me as one. Besides, how many stepmothers do you see running around the house with their stepson? How many stepmothers and stepsons can you point out do what we both do?"
She watched as his brows furrowed. "None," she answered herself.
"That’s because I don’t see you as a stepson. You are like a little brother I don’t have..."
The thought of Christine swept through her mind. How they used to play when they were kids, how she protected Christine like a mother hen when they grew up, how she went out of her way to make Christine feel among, and also the times she spoke to her grandfather to try harder than he already was, to make his heart accept Christine.
The memories were too deep that a tear leaked from her left eye.
Jeslyn smiled embarrassingly at Valen and slowly wiped her tear with the back of her index finger.
"You see, that’s the difference between you and me. You don’t shed your tears, but I do and that’s why I can be whatever character I want to be in public without anyone knowing that I’m hurt.