Seeing Amelia Avery smile so happily, Cassian Jennings's heart felt as sweet as honey.
The two of them just stared at each other, smiling foolishly.
As she smiled, Amelia felt like she couldn't keep her eyes open. They felt heavy and sticky with unshed tears, an incredibly uncomfortable feeling.
She knew she was on the verge of tears, so she quickly wiped the smile from her face and spun around. Clearing her throat, she said, "Okay, it's getting late. Cassian, you should head back and get some rest."
Her demure tone made her sound like a polite but distant little sister.
But it also instantly snapped him back to reality.
What she called him was Cassian, not Cassian Jennings.
So, although their relationship had improved, it had also become fixed—solidified into one between a brother and a sister.
And that was all.
