Damian's heart couldn't help but break at Boswell's admission that he liked his beloved girl.

“But just as a brother loves his sister, understand?" Boswell added.

His suspicions were only getting more real.

Damian was stunned.

“But you said that Angelina was yours, and no one could compete with you for her..." For over ten years, he had kept

Boswell's words in his mind.

Boswell walked over his brother and patted him on the shoulder.

"I picked Angelina up from the forest. Isn't she mine? ‘Nobody is allowed to compete with me for her.' I said that when I was a child. Did you really take it seriously? Damian, was it because you thought I had feelings for Angelina, and you didn't want to compete with me that you've Lived abroad for so long?"

This was definitely what his sensible brother would do.

Damian parted his lips, but no words came out. Boswell was right.

Damian fell in love with Angelina, the girl who would always giggle behind them when they were kids. He used to think that she was as cute as a Little bunny.

But since he believed Boswell liked her too, he didn't want to get in the middle. Therefore, he Left the country on the first opportunity in order to avoid keep seeing her. In the end, he had stayed away from home for five years without ever contacting Angelina. Only when he would video chat with others, would he occasionally say hello to her.

God knew how he had survived these past five years.

Taking his brother's lack of response as a yes, Boswell burst into laughter and said, “Oh my God, Damian! Couldn't you have just asked me?

You and Angelina are a perfect match. Seriously, the scarf you gave me had your name on it, so it wasn't hard to conclude she had given it to you." Thinking about it made Boswell feel as if he had witnessed a public display of affection between the two.

Damian was speechless.

Just then, the girl who was the main subject of their conversation came out looking for them. Foolishly, she asked, “Damian, Boswell, it's so cold outside. Won't you come in?"

Boswell waved at her and said, "Come here, Angelina."

Angelina trotted to him until she was at his side.

“What's wrong,

Boswell?"

Putting his arm around her shoulder, he grinned wickedly and asked,

“Who did you make the scarf for?"

Angelina's face turned red all of a sudden. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Damian and realized he was staring at her. She immediately Looked away and whispered, “It was a gift for Damian..."

Then she raised her head to meet Boswell's gaze and asked in surprise,