NovelEnd"Sure! I love eating whatever you cook, Rose." Yerick hauled Steve up and cradled him in his arms. "Hey, little guy! Do you miss me?" Steve suddenly raised a hand and hit Yerick's cheek in disdain, as if trying to push him away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYerick frowned. "Why did you hit me? Are you allowed to bully others just because you're small?" Steve laughed and hit him again.
"Stevie, what are you doing?" Rosalie approached them. "No hitting. That's no good." If he picked up the bad habit of hitting others even before he turned one, it would only get worse as he grew older.
"I think Stevie likes me. Children are often bolder around people they feel closer to. It's fine, he can hita few more times." Yerick didn't mind it at all. Steve was just an infant, so what did he have to fear? Would Steve devour him? Yerick lifted Steve high, and Steve chuckled gleefully.
"Have fun, you guys. I'll go prepare the food," Rosalie said.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYerick looked around him. "Rose, where is he?" Rosalie immediately knew who Yerick was referring to. "He had something to attend to so he left early." "Oh, is that so? But Rose, how did you two get to know each other? He looks so frightening, I'm sure he's no good." "He's a friend I got to know in Melrine. He's a good man, don't let his appearance deceive you." "Oh, I see," Yerick said as he glanced shiftily around the place. "Seems like you quite like him." Rosalie's heart leaped, unsure if that was a mere passing remark or a deliberate question. She quickly put the bags down in the kitchen and said, "We're friends and he's very good to me. I treat him well too, as I do you, kid." en.kikistories "In that case, you treat him only as a friend, right?" "Of course," Rosalie said. "All of you are my friends, and I treat all of you the same." "But Rose," Yerick said pitifully. "I want you to be biased toward me. You know that I like you, Rose. I'm not kidding." Yerick had said so before, but Rosalie didn't take him seriously. Yerick was a few years younger than her and still a boy to her. Naturally, she didn't take his confession to heart.
It was unlike being with Sebastian and Theodore, who made her feel repressed and uneasy, sometimes even a little awkward. Both of them looked at her with such fiery and begrudging eyes, she often felt suffocated under their gazes. en.kikistories SW When Yerick claimed to like her, she didn't feel much pressure-perhaps because she could dismiss Yerick as a kid. To Rosalie, Yerick was a brother, a big boy.
"Let's talk about it again after a few years," Rosalie said. "You're still young and have plenty of chances to meet ladies of your age. When that happens, you won't likeanymore." "No way! I see many women of my age. Rose, stop thinking that I'm just fooling around, okay? I'm serious. You aren't that much older than I m am in fact, being with an older woman is much better." en.kikistories Yerick's tone was slightly flirtatious, and Rosalie wondered if he was doing it on purpose. His words made him seem like he was pulling her leg.
"Yerry," Rosalie said as she turned serious. "I'm being serious, too. Stop saying that again. You know my situation. I treat you like a brother, so let's not destroy our relationship, okay?" Yerick pouted. "Alright, Rose. I won't say that again. Don't be angry. I'll help you take care of Steve and play with him as you cook." He knew that if he were to say more, Rosalie would only get angrier.
"Sure, go ahead." In truth, Rosalie wasn't really angry with him.
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