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    “Tiffany, let’s have a proper meal today, okay? No more dramatic outbursts.”


    I quickened my pace. Shawn, with his long legs, caught up effortlessly. As we entered the private dining room, he casually wrapped his arm around my waist, ying the part of a loving husband.


    My younger brother and his friends immediately stood up when we walked in, greeting us cheerfully.


    The group of young guys blushed when they saw me, and their voices dropped noticeablypared to earlier.


    Even the girl wearing sses sitting beside my brother looked at me in stunned silence.


    “Uh, Tiffany and Shawn, this is Jora Craig. S–she’s my girlfriend,” Lionel stammered, scratching the back of his head, his face red as a tomato.


    Ah, youth. Love always makes the young blush so easily.


    That scene reminded me of the night I first met Shawn–during a backstage break at intermission. He had walked in with a few folks from the student council. I had thought he was just another university student, but something about him didn’t quite match the typical vibe. He looked at me with a gentle smile, and back then, just that one nce had my heart racing and my cheeks burning.


    But those butterflies had long since drowned in the still waters of our marriage.


    I smiled politely, making small talk. Shawn yed the part well–warm, courteous, and gracious.


    Jora seemed sweet and soft–spoken. She looked innocent enough, but I knew deep down she wouldn’t be the one my brother married someday. In my previous life, she wasn’t even in the picture. Who knows–maybe this lifetime will be different.


    “Tiffany, Mom, and Dad are hoping I’lle home after graduation and take the civil service exam. What do you think?” Lionel’s face clouded as we chatted.


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    “Honestly, I don’t really want to. I’d rather learn the business from Shawn.”


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    Shawn was sipping his tea, but he gave a small smile when he heard this. “Why not? If you’re interested, I can teach you.”


    “No,” I said firmly, shutting down my brother’s dreams before they could bloom. “Your main priority right now is finishing school. You’re only a sophomore— there’s plenty of time to figure things out.”


    I didn’t want him to build castles in the air. By the time he graduates, Shawn won’t even be his brother–inw anymore. If I let this y out, it’d just turn into a joke down the road.


    Shawn nced at me deeply, his gaze lingering on my face for a few seconds.


    My brother looked a bit deted but didn’t dare argue. He gave a quiet okay, ying the obedient little brother role.


    Seeing Lionel that disappointed made me silently vow to work harder on my own business. I didn’t want to be one of those sisters who sacrifice everything for their brother, but if I had the means one day, I’d help him.


    The meal was pleasant–young folks, plenty to talk about. Before we left, I pulled a cash gift out of my purse and slipped it discreetly into Jora’s hand.


    She blushed intensely and attempted to decline, but ultimately, she gave in.


    “Tiffany, we’re probably catching the train back to Zleson this afternoon. We’ll visit Yuna next time,” Lionel said.


    I nodded. “No worries. Just take care on the way, ande visit again soon.”


    They left in Shawn’spany car, which meant he had to ride with me back to the office.


    “Those guys were all tongue–tied when they saw you,” Shawn joked, settling into the passenger seat.


    “Did they? Oh please, they’re just young and shy.” I’d been that age once. I knew


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    “But why were they shy?” Shawn pressed.


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    I shot him a sideways nce and asked in displeasure, “What exactly are you trying to say?”


    His eyes flicked down toward my slightly open neckline. “Maybe don’t wear something like this next time. It’s not really appropriate for you.”


    I ridiculed, “What, are you my mom now? Someone designed this dress for a reason–because it’s meant to be worn.”


    Shawn didn’t respond. His aura turned heavy in the air.


    After a while, I remembered something and asked, “How much money did you give my brother?”


    He chuckled, clearly amused. “Rx. He’s your brother–if anything, I gave him more, not less.”


    “Don’t give him any more,” I reminded him sharply. “Seriously.”


    Shawn frowned, clearly annoyed. “What now? Too much or too little–you’re never happy. Are you just looking for something to argue about?”


    I was stunned.


    His reaction reminded me of the fights we had when we visited my parents‘ house after getting married. Those had all been marital disagreements–not real conflicts between our families.


    “That was then. Now I’ve had time to think it over,” I said calmly. “My brother’s still young. The monthly allowance from Mom and Dad shapes his understanding of money. I chip in too, but it’s never more than a few thousand dors total. That falls within hisfortable financial range. If you suddenly hand him ten or a hundred grand, he’ll start thinking he doesn’t need to work for anything. He won’t know how to control his spending. It’s not good. Human nature is to take the easy way out. And right now, he’s not earning anything–he doesn’t get to live like he is.”


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    I let all my concerns pour out at onc