"They are my friends. They stay here with me too. This is usually how my life is… but you suddenly came here," Mark said in a low voice while scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Friends?" Noah frowned in confusion. "You never said you had friends. Why did you hide it?"
"It's nothing special. I just…" Mark paused halfway as if he couldn't even find a proper excuse himself.
Noah narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Something definitely felt strange.
Especially when Mark helplessly glanced toward the tall man standing near the door as if asking for silent help.
Noah immediately noticed it.
The man had a well-built body and an extremely handsome face that naturally attracted attention. Sharp jawline, broad shoulders, calm eyes…
And most importantly,
He was completely Mark's type.
That alone made Noah feel like a detective discovering an important clue.
"Brother," Noah called seriously. "You know I never break my promises. I won't tell mother anything, so tell me honestly."
