<h4>Chapter 272: Chapter 272 Some Memories Have Been Brought Out</h4>


    Scarlett Yates wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, quickly shaking her head, "Of course not."


    "What a pity." Knox Simmons let out a long sigh.


    Though hemented the pity, there wasn’t a trace of regret on his face. When he smiled, his peach blossom eyes narrowed into slits, utterly resembling a sly fox.


    Scarlett continued to wipe her sweat, "Yes, yes, it’s a pity indeed."


    "Since we can’t be sisters, we’ll just have to be brother and sister."


    She had just breathed a sigh of relief and almost choked again.


    Knox’s eyes, narrowed into slits, shone with a glimmering light.


    At this moment, several waiters brought the ordered dishes and wine to the table.


    A whole table full of dishes and a whole table full of wine, yet only two people to enjoy it. Such extravagance attracted stares from those around.


    "Dear sister, for this rare bond of ours, let’s have a toast first." Knox gave a signal, and a waiter opened the wine, pouring some into Scarlett’s ss on the table.


    The aroma of fine red wine was enticing.


    Knox swirled the crystal ss, his handsome face reflected on the ss surface like a painted image. Under the dazzling crystal light, his slightly squinted eyes were very charming, as if he was already a bit tipsy even before the wine was tasted.


    Looking through the crystal ss at the beauty opposite, he smiled rakishly, "It’s not the wine that intoxicates, but people who get intoxicated themselves. Sister, from now on, we’re siblings. With me, Knox Simmons, around, if anyone dares to bully you in the future, they’ll have to deal with me, and I’ll make sure to handle them for you."


    Scarlett originally wanted to mock him but was inexplicably stunned.


    How long had it been since she’d heard such words?


    If anyone dares to bully you in the future, they’ll have to deal with me.


    In her memories, it seemed someone had said this to her before.


    But who was that person? She couldn’t remember, her mind only held a vague memory, faintly feeling as if someone had once said the same thing to her.


    But whenever she tried to recall that person’s face, she couldn’t remember.


    A voice in her head told her that person was very important to her, yet strangely, she had forgotten someone so crucial.


    Mother Yates and Father Yates had died in a car ident, leaving herpletely alone.


    After bing an orphan, those rtives who used to have some contact with her now avoided her like the gue, fearing the burden she’d be.


    She had rtives, but it was no different than having none.


    Being cared for and protected—what did it feel like? She was about to forget.


    Some memories were stirred up.


    She looked at Knox, lost in thought.


    Even though she knew these rich heirs were just toying with her out of boredom, seeking fun, for a moment, something inside her was stirred.


    She yearned for the feeling of having family.


    She longed to be protected.


    Even knowing it was fake, she still longed for it.


    "Do you really want to be my brother?" She asked earnestly, her soft, bright eyes fixed on him, full of longing.


    Knox was momentarily stunned.


    His peach blossom eyes narrowed, the joke in his eyes toned down, half-squinting as he looked at her seriously.


    He hadn’t seen such clear eyes in a long time, like a spring of water you could see right through, bright and sparkling.


    Her gaze was pure and clean, without a trace of impurity, as if made of crystal.


    He was merely joking.


    Yet she seemed to take it seriously.


    What to do? This little girl genuinely wanted to acknowledge him as her brother, which was a bit troublesome.