Blank jerked her hand back from Orson's grip like she'd been shocked, shooting Sienna a glare. "Don't be ridiculous."
"My brother's got one fatal flaw—he can't hide anything from people close to him. I know him way too well."
Sienna covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, her big eyes darting back and forth between them.
"It's that obvious?" Orson felt his face warm up, scratching his chin like he was deep in thought.
Beside him, Blank's cheeks were bright red. She couldn't even look Sienna in the eye, feeling embarrassingly guilty.
Sienna didn't let up, openly staring at Blank. Then she pouted and said in a playful whine, "Hmph, how did you two get so close so fast, without even telling me? I'm mad now."
She turned her head away, face flushed, and it didn't look like an act at all.
Three stress lines popped up on Orson's forehead. Was he supposed to submit a relationship report in advance for this?
