Page 79 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

Now, a wave of sadness enveloped me when I realized that my brother had a good rapport with my sister, whom I had known all my life.

"You look good," Nolan lied, but he kissed my cheek.

"Thank you!" I hugged Nolan once more.

I never thought I'd see my only brother again. But here he was, grinning at me in my workplace cafeteria.I turned to Camille, now gesturing that I could leave with Nolan.

"This is Camille," I said to Nolan, "my best friend."

"She's beautiful," Nolan acknowledged as she shook Camille's hand firmly.

"She is also Troy Robinson's fiancée," I explained.

"It's unfortunate for me." Nolan's charm could be humorous, and we all laughed at his joke.

We left Camille at the hospital.Nolan's new car was parked at the end of the lot and his driver too. Nolan took my car keys from me, and we drove into a new restaurant in town. It was a vast, classic setting that could compete with Henry's restaurant. Nolan was taking me out for lunch.

"This place is new," I said. "I wonder who owns it. I'm not a glutton, but I always know who owns every restaurant in Richmond."

"I own this one," Nolan said. "It's a fancy budget restaurant. Everyone can get food for half the price."

Nolan went on to say that there was a counter for the homeless to get meals for free.He was giving back to his father's society, to a home he wasn't even part of.

"I'm proud of you," I announced. “Nolan, you are phenomenal."

Nolan smiled; he beckoned to one of the servers who came to take our orders.He talked more about his work, and I showed him the paintings I had made since Henry had acquired the materials for me. He looked impressed. But I decided to ask to talk to Nolan about his personal life.

"Is there a lucky woman?"

I held my chin in a wide grin.Nolan smiled. He wasn't expecting to have girl talk with his half-sister, but I wanted to know him just like my sister did.

"There is no one," Nolan announced after a long pause.

I squinted. "I don't believe you," I said and chuckled. "You haven't told her you like her, or have you?"

"No," Nolan responded, "she doesn't have the tiniest clue."

"Why?"

"Because she is my secretary."

"Oh!" I raised my brows. "You don't think she fits your status?"

"There are a lot of things going on, and class is predominant."

"Well," I began, but the waiter brought our orders just in time. "I could give a long relationship counseling about this, but I have come to realize one thing."

"What's that?"

"I have come to know that the heart wants what the heart wants."

"In your case, it is who the heart wants." I paused. "You are lucky you don't have to be forced to marry someone like I was. You have to make the best of that privilege, right?"

Nolan nodded. "Thank you, Amelia."

"Oh, please," I chuckled. "I just want my children's godfather to have a beautiful relationship."

Nolan smirked, "Are you saying I will be a godfather?"

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