"Jeslyn, you. are. my. father's. wife!" He spelled it out for her. "You are almost like those girls running after my father and we both know the reason." He smirked, hoping to see her raging like usual.
However, Jeslyn smiled bitterly and brushed his hair with her fingers, careful enough not to ruin it.
"Your father and I are in this marriage for a reason and…" she thought against telling him. "I don't necessarily have to be your blood sister for you to see me as one. Besides, how many stepmothers do you see running around the house with their stepson? How many stepmothers and stepsons can you point out do what we both do?"
She watched as his brows furrowed. "None," she answered herself.
"That's because I don't see you as a stepson. You are like a little brother I don't have…"
