Kapitel 92: PICKED UP IN STYLE

"Yes, we have. It's Jove," Brayden informed me.

"Wow, such a beautiful name," I remarked as I descended the stairs.

My gaze landed on Rex, leaning casually against the door with his hand folded across his chest. He looked stunning in his cargo jeans and oversized black tee. It was refreshing to see him in something other than his usual uniform or Sunday attire. As he noticed me, he stopped chatting with Isabel and flashed a smile my way, which I returned.

"Your little brother has such a wonderful name, and yet I kept calling him Brayden Junior," I chuckled, continuing the conversation with Brayden.

"Haha, I loved hearing you call him that," Brayden chuckled. "I hope you keep calling him that."

"Alright then. I'll keep doing just that," I replied, now standing in front of Rex.

"Hi," I mouthed, and his smile widened.