Faced with Morrison's gentle concern, Lilian didn't dare tell him the truth—that their mothers had arranged for her to go on a blind date with his younger brother.
In the end, she could only dodge the question, vaguely blaming her foul mood on "family stuff."
She thought that would be the end of it and they could hang up, but Morrison, having caught on to her low spirits, suddenly suggested:
"Have you eaten yet? If you're done, come out for a bit. Let's meet."
"Eh?"
Lilian frowned, her heart already tied up in knots.
"It's New Year's. I don't think that's a good idea..."
She was far too anxious to enjoy seeing him.
But Morrison wasn't so easily brushed off.
"Precisely because it's New Year's, we should see each other. Come out and give your big brother a New Year's greeting. I'll give you a red envelope."
He referred to himself as her "big brother" in a tone that was anything but brotherly. In her ears, that word was laced with teasing heat.
Big brother, huh...?
