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Chapter 684:

Contemplating the latter possibility sparked an unexpected jealousy in Marissa. She didn’t want her brother to have any other sisters. She wanted to be his only sister, though she was indifferent to how many wives he might have.

Realizing her thoughts were somewhat irrational and childish, she laughed self-consciously and sipped the coffee.

As the coffee washed over her palate, she felt a surge of contentment.noveldrama

Kevin’s coffee was exactly to her taste—bittersweet, just like the coffee she remembered from childhood.

The warm coffee settled in her stomach, soothing her nerves and brightening her mood, drawing an involuntary smile to her lips.

She finished the coffee in one gulp.

Kevin observed her quietly. When she set down the cup, he asked softly, “Would you like another cup?”

“No,” Marissa said, shaking her head. “I’ve had enough.”

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She looked at him, then picked up one of the two half sugar cubes from the plate. “May I take this half sugar cube?”

“Of course,” Kevin responded. “But I’m curious, President Nash, what will you do with this half sugar cube? Your home isn’t short on sugar, is it?”

Marissa smiled and replied, “No, my home has plenty of sugar, but this half sugar cube is better than any sugar there. I haven’t tasted this kind of sugar in many years. It’s filled with memories.”

Hearing this, Kevin stared at her for a few moments, then looked away silently.

Marissa continued, “When I was little, I lived with my brother. We were poor and couldn’t afford luxuries like sugar or coffee. But one day, my brother brought home some coffee powder and a milk sugar cube.

That was the first time I ever tasted coffee with milk sugar. It was the most delicious coffee I’ve ever had, and the milk sugar was unlike anything I’ve ever tried. Sadly, it’s been many years since I last saw my brother. I miss him a lot.”

As Marissa finished her story, she noticed that despite his mask, Kevin’s expression seemed to darken, his mood turning sour.

She couldn’t figure out why he seemed upset.

When she finished her coffee earlier, she was already convinced that he was her adoptive brother, Kevin.

Each cup of coffee usually has a distinct flavor, but she had two cups that tasted the same, indicating they were made by the same person.

That was why she brought up those memories, hoping to reconnect with him. Given his sharp mind, he should have picked up on who she was from her story, but instead, he reacted with anger.

His anger suggested he didn’t want to acknowledge her.

Why was he angry?

Why wouldn’t he acknowledge her?

Had her years of longing and searching been one-sided, while he had moved on and forgotten about her?

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