Page 216 of My Ruthless Neighbor

While her achievements are admirable, I can’t help but resent her a little for being so perfect.

I love her. I do. I care about her more than my parents or anything in this world. But that won’t change the fact that she has unknowingly put a lot of pressure on me growing up.

She is a perfect daughter. A perfect older sister who actually signed the lease for the house I am living in. Ever since Abeoji disowned me, she’s been taking care of my expenses too. Because she is generous like that.

Sometimes I wish she wasn’t so good to me. All I do is mooch off her unapologetically and she lets me. I don’t answer her calls often. And she still attempts to reach out in the hopes of reuniting me with Abeoji.

I don’t have any grudges against my old man and I can consider going back to them. If only they give up asking me to stop drinking.

I turn to find my roommates eye-fucking the girls. This time I do roll my eyes.

I clap my hands, making all four heads turn my way. “You two,” I point toward the girls. “Get out.”

Ignoring their gasps, I look over to my stupid friends. “Start talking.”

If they didn’t give me a valid reason for disrupting my sleep, I am going to fucking lose it.

“Your sister is here,” Jin-wo says barely looking away from the girl’s tits.

“What?” I snap, making his head turn my way.

“Yeah, man. She’s waiting in the living room for twenty minutes now.”

“Fuck.” I bend to get my jeans. “And you are telling me this now?”

“We called you, dude. Several times. But as usual, you didn’t pick up. We figured you were still sleeping. It took good fifteen minutes of banging at your door to wake you.”

I throw on the jeans and a shrug on a shirt, not bothering to button it up as I am wearing an undershirt and charge out of the room.

Descending the stairs, I enter the living area and find Amy standing near the glass window facing away from me.

She is wearing a white full-sleeved white dress and her dark straight hair cascades down her shoulders.

As soon as she hears my footsteps, she turns to face me. She beams at my sight, her face brightening as she starts toward me.

When she stumbles over an empty beer bottle, I am there in a blink, gripping her upper arms.

She looks up, giving me her sweet smile. Despite the mess she sees around here, she never judges me. My sister is built different, I swear. No matter how clear my flaws are to her, she turns a blind eye. That’s how much she loves me.

“You okay?” I ask in Korean.

She nods, still smiling. Straightening, she cups my face, her dark eyes mirroring mine goes all soft. “How’s my baby brother?”

“How do I look?” I mock. I probably smell like women’s perfume and whiskey. My hair is a mess, my clothes all rumpled. I look like I usually do. A careless, unfeeling bastard.

She knows I just burned through the money she wired in my account a couple of days ago. Sometimes, I overdo things in the hopes of making her reach her limits. So that she would give up on her younger brother who’s good for nothing except for being infamous for his player persona on campus.

Her smile doesn’t waver. “You look like the most handsome brother ever.”

Maybe she is faking her smile to hide her disgust. But she proves me wrong when her arms wrap around me. She lays her head on my chest. Releasing a long breath, she says, “I missed you, Archer.”

I swallow thickly before hugging her back. Pressing a kiss on the crown of her head, I draw back. The smile she shoots me is blinding. I am not an affectionate person, she knows that.

So she doesn’t take my hugs or kisses for granted.

Reaching up, she ruffles my hair. “I brought you breakfast.” She motions to the coffee table where two bags are resting alongside two paper coffee cups.

She hurries over and lifts one and brings it to me. I usually start my day with a beer but I take the coffee from her. Just for the happiness that reflects on her face.

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