Chapter 1934

In the photo, Debra's smile was as bright as ever, while Jordan stood awkwardly on the side, his eyes drifting toward her.

He didn't hate Debra. He might even like her. But that liking was starting to mess with his head.

"Why's it gotta be you?" he muttered.

He liked Debra, but he loved Andrew more.

Jordan set the photo down and headed out.

Debra was outside, her hand raised to knock.

"Ready to eat? I was just coming to get you," she said.

It was her way of making nice after a fight, waiting for him to cool off before teasing him again, and that was what he liked about her.

"Not eating. You go ahead," Jordan said, brushing past her.

He knew better than anyone that he wasn't as important to Debra as Andrew was. To her, he was just family, not someone she'd ever like that way.

Jordan hesitated but made his way to Andrew's study. The door was closed. He paused, then pushed it open. Andrew was waiting, like he'd known Jordan would show up.

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"And?" Andrew asked with a knowing smile. "You see, if you want something, you fight for it. You don't just give up like this. But I think you've figured out what you want."

Jordan nodded. "I like her, but she just sees me as family. And to me, you're the most important person in the world."

Andrew didn't say anything else, just shared a smile with Jordan.

Debra wandered into the empty living room, staring at the deserted dining table. She muttered, "What's with everyone today? Why's the vibe so weird?"

She turned to a maid and asked, "Is Jordan really not eating tonight?"

"I'm afraid so. I asked him earlier."

"What about Andrew?"

"He is not hungry either."

Debra's face scrunched up in confusion.

Andrew was the most disciplined person she knew. This was not normal.

"Where's the food? I'm starving," Jordan's voice cut through as he came downstairs, Barton trailing behind.

Debra watched as Jordan walked past her, casually smacking the back of her head.

"Evening, kid," he said.

Debra froze, then her face darkened. "Who are you calling a kid?"

"You."

"Who's a kid?"

"You are."

Debra stiffened, realizing Jordan had totally played her.

He plopped down at the table, scarfing down food like he hadn't eaten in days.