Shera
What does both have to do?

Seeing how serious the expression of the face of the brother at this time Shera also lowered her head, from the way Ezra spoke now seems to be upset. I don't know what, Shera doesn't know why.

“But Bian is not a problem with..” Not yet had the girl finished her words, even Ezra's resolute voice sounded and coldly uttered her words.

“I said give it back!” His orders are so strict. He was not snapping at all, but the tone of speech he used was filled with pressure.

Hearing that, with a gloomy face the girl was forced to take off the suit she used and return it to its owner. After that, he glanced at Ezra with a glare to see if his brother was still angry or not.

“I'm not wrong!” The girl muttered in a soft voice, really not understanding why her brother was angry with her.

Seeing this, Abian smiled gently at Shera. One of her hands stretched out and gently stroked the girl's hair and said.

“It's okay Shera, it's not a problem. Instead I feel cool if I see you happy like before!” He said, which made Shera now look at him with a look of hope.

It was as if asking for protection from the anger of the older brother, the more his eyes pierced towards him.

Whereas on the other hand, Abian who did not want to be constantly in an awkward atmosphere like this even slightly cleared his throat and said. “Ekhem, for now the condition is fine. The injuries on his body miraculously recovered quickly, that's a good sign!” He remained silent for a while, then continued. “But because his memory has not recovered and sometimes he still complains of headaches it seems like he should still run regular checks.” His words that explained the current condition of Shera.

Hearing this, Ezra turned his head and looked towards Shera. Seeing that the girl was still looking at him with fear, the young man sighed and fixed his facial expression to be more relaxed before he said.

“Then Shera, brother is no longer angry with you.” He spoke softly, slightly stretching out both hands so that the girl could embrace him.

Seeing this, Shera walked up to him and threw herself into his arms. Sometimes it can be very spoiled. And in some situations he can also be very naughty, grumpy, or selfish. That's very uncertain. Since experiencing death and living day by day as a spirit flair of nature and emotions also sometimes become unstable.

On the other hand, Abian, who saw this, smiled, and then said. “Wah, looks like Shera is very spoiled with her brother?” Her speech that wants to start a conversation that is ‘simple’ and ‘comfort’.

Yet somehow it seemed like the other party did not think so. Ezra, who was hugging Shera, looked at Abian with a cynical look, then deliberately kissed the girl's head and said. “Sure, it's because we love each other!” He said, with so much meaning.

Ezra was currently warning the man before him, showing an indirect message informing him that this girl was his and another man could not snatch her from his grasp.

And here Abian also began to be confused with the relationship of the two people. Because the sister of the girl he likes–Ezra seems to look at his sister from a different angle.

His current treatment did not look at all like a big brother protecting his sister, instead he looked like a man trying to block the path of another man so as not to get close to the girl.

His jealousy is not normal, his treatment of Shera is also very strange. The faces of the two do have many similarities, it is clear that they were born from the same womb. But is it true that the strange atmosphere Abian feels right now is just his imagination?

“Actually, what's with this brother-sister relationship?” He muttered, asking in his heart.

Under the bright sun, and on the edge of the pool with clean blue water. Arsenio now seems to be enjoying her day with sunbathing while covering her face with newspaper so as not to feel glare with sunlight on it.

After a few minutes, he finally showed some movement. The man put away the newspaper covering his face and got up. Then after that, he grabbed the fruit juice located on the table and drank it to leave a quarter of a glass.

And shortly after, someone came and walked over to him. It was a man with after a formal shirt, walking towards Arsenio by holding a flash in his hand.

“Mr Arsen!”

The man called out to him when their distance had been closer. And without replying, Arsenio who heard that replied.

“What's up, Finn?”

The man asked coldly, he did not turn his head at all and his gaze was still on the newspaper that had covered his face.

“I brought you what you asked... ” Finn thrust a flash in his hand and placed it on the table near the rest of Arsenio's drink. “...Inside here you can see all the information about him, including some photos.” Her speech.

Hearing that, Arsenio's gaze that was originally fixed on the newspaper in his hand was now immediately turned to the flash Finn put on the table.

“Hah, finally!”

The man's hand immediately grabbed the flash, lifted it with two fingers and looked at it as if it was a very valuable item. And while still looking at the flash in his hand, he said to Finn so that he could leave immediately.

“Good work, Finn. You can go now!” He said, and Finn just nodded his head obediently and left without a sound.

After that, Arsenio got up from her seat. Actually from earlier he only wore shorts and bare chest. His intention is to sunbathe, who knows his skin can become more brownish and his appearance can be more sexy.

But because he spent too long basking in the hot sun, his skin is now a little red. But it seemed that it was no big deal to him, his body still looked beautiful with perfectly formed muscles like a Roman sculpture.

And while carrying the flash Finn had brought earlier in his hand, Arsenio walked into the villa he rented and stuck the flash on his laptop.

“Let's see the results of their work!” The man muttered softly with a slanted smile full of satisfaction.

His hand is now busy sliding the mouse connected to the laptop, open the file stored on the flash earlier and see the contents.

“Satan small, for god's sake you are so beautiful dear!” He muttered while looking at a collection of photos belonging to someone.