Bab 82: 82-The Stepbro I Needed

Helanie:

"They have the best coffee," Emmet said as he placed an order for both of us. He ordered a variety of dishes, making it clear he was ready to devour them all.

He had casually rolled up his sleeves, even the cuffs of his coat, without a second thought about ruining the sharp creases.

The weather was pleasant. This pack was a small one but I believe they had some affiliation with the rogue king.

"I'm sorry for not accepting that bag. I just don't want your brothers to think I'm a gold digger," I said, initiating the topic myself. Sitting across from him made my cheeks flush with heat.

"Why do you care what they think?" he asked, his gaze steady. "You see, they've realized that by calling you a gold digger, they can manipulate you. The moment you stop accepting help, they win. Tell me something."