Sian Evan let go of Richie's wrist.
Richie pulled his hand back. His slender wrist was already red from being gripped so tightly.
Richie muttered reproachfully, "Are you nuts? Got nothing better to do?"
Sian Evan remained expressionless, secretly laughing inside.
Even he didn't know why, but he just wanted to get close to this little boy with the same blond hair and blue eyes as him.
He wanted to watch the little boy cry, to make him angry.
Sian Evan simply wanted to bully Richie and get close to him. It was a child's simple impulse.
Richie thought the boy sitting beside him was seriously nuts. Hadn't he only bumped into him once? Did he really have to bully him like this?
Richie didn't understand. He didn't understand at all. He really, really didn't understand.
Sitting in a corner of the classroom, Damian stared fixedly at Anya. Richie deliberately read the second son Damian's mind and heard him think:
That's right, my name is Damian Desmond. As the second son of a distinguished family, I've lived a carefree life. No one has ever dared defy me-
Just then, the teacher at the front called Damian's name. "Damian, Damian."
Damian was resting his chin on his hand, talking himself into falling for her. Not even my brother has ever hit me, but...
The teacher raised their voice again. "Damian, Damian-"
Only then did Damian snap out of it and answer haughtily, "Here."
Richie heard Damian continue talking himself into it. This is the first time I've ever experienced this... this...
Listening to Damian's inner monologue, Richie couldn't help grinning with delight. He thought of a famous line from a TV drama: Woman, you've successfully caught my attention.
As though sensing Damian's fierce gaze, Anya whipped her head around and unexpectedly