I am Not His Sister

Arabella's Pov

I looked up at the people walking around the café we were visiting, then frowned again when I looked at the cheerful Sean. We were now outside the cafe. I savored the ice cream that Sean had bought me as payment for my fatigue while he ordered a strong black coffee.

"Smile, Bella. You'd be prettier if you didn't keep pouting like that." Sean tried to persuade me, but I preferred to keep my expression. "Don't you like the ice cream I bought you?"

I sighed. "Not because of that."

"Then?" He seemed to be waiting for me to speak, propping up his chin while looking at me intently. "What made you look like this on our date?"

"I just can't stand it when you do that in the morning, too, Sean. Last night... we already did it more than once, but you added more." I expressed my annoyance. My body had been tired since earlier, but it never lasted this long. All I wanted to do was rest in my room, but Sean insisted on taking me on a date like we usually did on weekends.

"The ice cre