253 Erica’s Plotting

Erica.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked my brother who was reclining on the bed in a lazy fashion and he turned his head slightly on the bed to look at me.

“What exactly?” He asked casually and I blinked. Why is he acting as if everything is as it should be?

“You are in that mood. Ain’t you?” I accused knowingly and there goes another look.

“In what mood exactly?” Again in an unconcerned voice and I wished I could throw something at him.

As if he read my mind, he sent me a swift glance. “If you hurt me, you will be grinded by Mum and think of how that will affect your plans.” He reminded me and I had to control my emotions, albeit unwillingly.

But wait!

“What do you mean by ‘my plans’?” I then glared at him when his last words penetrated.

He gave a light shrug. “Well, you are more anxious than me about this. Ain’t you?” His tone was light but I could see the watchfulness in them.

Mmmm, so he is not as calm as he is trying to portray? Interesting!

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