Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Adrain felt the unfairness of the accusation. Faced with Eder’s questioning and the fact that he forcibly snatched

Sylvia from his arms, he was very unhappy.

“Mr. Grant, are you suspectingof drugging her? Trust me, even | don’t bother with that kind of cheap tactic.

She was just in a bad mood and | was just drinking with her. And she got drunk so I'm bringing her back home.”

He stepped forward to take Sylvia back, but Eder stepped sideways and held her even tighter.

“No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Grammer. I'll take care of her.”

Adrain’s expression gradually becserious. “Listening to what you just said, are you implying that you're also

into her?”

“Yes.”

Adrain furrowed his brows.

After Edgar, this Eder also cto obstruct him.

“It’s inappropriate for you to touch her like this. It would cause a misunderstanding. Moreover, Sylvia just

returned to the city so she’s not familiar with you. Meanwhile, | have been in a relationship with her since we

were young. It's better for her to be left with me.”

He was about to step forward again, but Eric stopped in front of him. “Mr. Grammer, kindly leave srespect

for yourself. Ms. Smith and Mr. Grant are already engaged. It is reasonable for him to take care of her.”

“You're engaged?”

When did this happen? Why didn’t he hear anything about it?

Eric saw his doubts. “Mr. Grant and the Smith family had already agreed and arranged everything. The news will

be made public soon. So please understand who the outsider here is.”

-Adrain’s face turned pale. He did not expect the Grant family to act so fast, and that Mr. Smith would

immediately agree!

Since Eder was Sylvia's fiance, and he was just a friend, he finally accepted that he did not have the upper hand.

When Adrain finally stopped blocking him, Eder picked up Sylvia and turned around to leave.

Sylvia stirred when she felt the strain of leaning flat into the broad chest. She moved slightly and suddenly

caught the familiar scent of tobacco. She almost subconsciously wrapped her hands around his neck. “Don’t go.

You just said that you won't leave me...”

Adrain also heard it and smiled triumphantly. . “Mr. Grant, it seemed that she wants to go with me.”

Eder’s body was stiff. He looked down at Sylvia who was unconscious but still managed to plaster an expression

of being wronged.

This morning, she said that she liked someone. Could it be Adrain?

She even chere with Adrain alone to drink.

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She had always had a good tolerance and was highly vigilant even when under the influence of alcohol. But this

time, she lowered her guard and got this drunk. It seemed that she was really serious about him.

But why did it have to be Adrain?

Eder endured the tightness in his chest and concealed the pain in his eyes. “Eric, please escort Mr. Grammer

out.”

Eric stepped forward.

However, Adrain wouldn't budge. “Mr. Grammer, a forcefully harvested melon is not sweet. You should respect

Sylvia's choice and lethandle her.”

Eder glared at him coldly. “She’s my fiancee. My choices for her matter more than yours!”

After saying these words gloomily, Eder stabilized his hold on Sylvia and left.

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“Mr. Grant, how long have you known her even? She won't like you! Don’t you dare do something she won't like

or you'll be at your own risk when the wakes up!”

Adrain was genuinely worried and was still shouting from behind.

Eder chose to ignore it and carried Sylvia all the way to the hotel next door.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel entrance, they ran into Fifteen and Seventeen who had finished booking for

accommodations and were anxious to go back to the bar.

The first thing they noticed was Eric, and then Eder who was wearing a mask. They didn’t know each other, but it

was hard not to notice Sylvia in his

arms.

“Why is Ms. Sylvia in your arms?! Where's Mr. Grammer?”

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Eric quickly stepped forward to explain, “This is Mr. Grant and my new

boss. Ms. Sylvia is too drunk. Mr. Grant was just about to book a room for her.”

“But she won't like this when she wakes up...”

Eric: “No, but their marriage was decided by their parents. Sooner or later, they will get married. Ms. Sylvia is

drunk. Is there anyone who is more suitable to take care of her than Mr. Grant? You two? Me?”

Fifteen and Seventeen glanced at each other speechlessly.

Eric's sharp eyes noticed the room card in Fifteen’s hand. While the two bodyguards struggled with a decision,

Eric immediately snatched the card and entered the hotel with Eder.

Fifteen and Seventeen quickly followed and stood guard at the door of the room.

Eric cout of the room and patted the two of them on the shoulders. “I haven't seen you guys for months.

Why don’t we grab a drink tonight?”

Fifteen was embarrassed, “That won't be a good idea. She's sleeping in a hotel so we have to stand guard.”

Seventeen nodded.

“What's wrong with that? Mr. Grant is with her so he'll look after her. Let's walk around instead. Why don’t you

find a place to drink and hang out?”

“Eh, but...”

The two of them very “reluctantly” followed Eric out.

In the hotel room.

Eder carried Sylvia to the bed, took off her coat and high heels, then placed the quilt over her. Afterward, he

went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water before returning and carefully wiping her face.

He moved very lightly, afraid of waking her up.

The lamp on the bedside table was dim, adding to the ambiance of the room.

Eder’s eyes followed the towel as it wandered over her delicate facial features as if to etch her face into his

mind.

Even if he could only watch her sleep quietly like this, he would be satisfied.

This face was the very person he had wanted to cherish so badly.

‘However, she likes Adrain now”

It had only been half a year, and she seemed to have completely forgotten about him.

No, she didn’t completely forget. As her ex-husband, she probably thought about him with blame.

Thinking about the possibility, Eder felt as if a sharp knife had been plunged into his heart. It was painful to even

breathe.

With red eyes, he sat on the head of the bed and quietly watched Sylvia's sleeping figure.

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Since she was asleep, the usual cold lines on her face softened. Her full rosy lips were slightly open too, as if

inviting him.

Eder thought to himself, ‘Can | steal a kiss?‘

Anyway, she wouldn't remember when she woke up.

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‘But would it also be unfair for her?”

Despite the conflict in his heart, he leaned over, closer, and closer...

Sylvia really was drunk. This had to be the worst drink she had ever had since the last twhen her stomach

hurt.

Her eyelashes twitched, and she opened her eyes in a trance. Before her vision could even clear up, there was

already a terrifying face that was very close to her face.

Her hand reacted instinctively, and she slapped that ugly monster.

“What kind of monster dares to cat me?!”

“ow...”

There was a sudden cry of pain.

Eder did not expect that she would suddenly wake up and throw her fist. The bridge of his nose just under the

mask was almost crushed by the heavy

blow.

He wanted to rub the bridge of his nose to see if his nose was bleeding, but Sylvia was already awake. He did not

dare to take off his mask, so he could only forcefully swallow the pain.

Yet although Sylvia was awake, she was still very much under the influence of the wine.

Her vision was dim and her head was spinning.

The ugly face of that monster was still spinning before her eyes, like the hands of a clock.

-She propped herself on the bed, and as soon as she managed to sit up, she began scooting away.

“You ugly bastard! Stay away from me!”

Eder was helpless.

Noticing that she was still not sober, he cleared his throat and said hoarsely, “Ms. Smith, it's me, Eder.”

‘Eder?’

Sylvia recited the nin her mind.

In the past few days, it was this nthat she had heard the most.

‘I really hate that name!"

Under the influence of the wine, she didn’t hold back from acting according to her feelings and dove towards the

bedside table for any weapon. She cursed fiercely:

“You bastard! You still want to marry me! Ill send you to hell first!”