Who else has to share his woman with his own little sister?

Harry took the plate of sandwich and handed it to Angel, trying to sooth his aunt's temper. Although he still wanted to ask, but he kept quiet first. Better to sooth her temper first.

Besides, it was his fault for interrupting her during work.

They were still in her studio. Luckily the mug was safe from when Angel snarled and threw whatever she could grab toward Harry.

Even the paintings placed around the room were safe. Angel always made sure all the completed and even incomplete paintings were covered with white cloth and labeled properly.

Angel took a sandwich and chewed it slowly. Her emotion was getting better now once she started to eat.

Harry handed the hot drink. Luckily the mini marshmallow was still in stock so he put them a lot in the drink. It would always make Angel happier.

And he was right.

Angel began to hum happily. She sipped her drink happily, leaving a frothy mustache on her lips.

Harry quickly gathered the plate and mug to the kitchen. He made a quick wash and went back to the studio. He still wanted to ask her about the painting. Was the girl who he thought she was?

Angel went back to her painting. Her eyes narrowed at the details. She wanted to finish this before next week. Then she would take a short break to gather back her energy.

Harry took a seat behind her. He waited nervously for her to remember his existence.

It took her half an hour to remember her nephew.

It was an improvement than last time when she only remembered him when she almost faint from hunger.

"You're still here?"

Harry was used with her forgetting him when she was full could only smile weakly. "I just want to ask something but don't be mad at me."

"What is it?"

His eyes looked around but avoided the painting in question. It honestly made him feel uneasy and nervous.

"If you have nothing to say, you can start making dinner."

Harry slumped down his shoulders. Apparently, he was a coward to ask such a simple question. Slowly he made way to the kitchen to prepare dinner and even breakfast for his aunt.

~*~*~*~

Ryn opened the door and sighed heavily. She bent down and grabbed the bags scattering at her feet. Time to do some sort of spring-cleaning or in Mika's own words cleaning a little bit of space for new clothes.

She started with the closest wardrobe. She slid the door opened and looked at the colourful garments blankly. Does she need to do it now? Why couldn't she do it next week?

She took half of the clothes from the wardrobe and tried to squeeze them into the bags. In just seconds, the bags she brought were full. She wiped the sweat on her face and looked around tiredly.

She took a deep breath. Then another. Then another.

"Time to move."

She forced herself to bring the full bags to the living room. Then she took another group of bags to the clothes room. And began to gather the clothes into the bags.

It took her half the night to finish her work.

She arranged all those bags in the living room. Finally, she was done with her 'homework'.

Before she returned to her bedroom to catch her beauty sleep, she took a picture of the bags and posted it to Instagram.

Now her job was truly done.

~*~*~*~

Harry blinked his eyes sleepily. His hand reached out to switch off the alarm clock of his phone. His bleary eyes looked at the window. It was still dark but he still needed to wake up.

He quickly made his bed and rushed to freshen up himself. Then, he changed into a clean outfit and went downstairs.

"You're already up, Harry? What time is your class?" his father asked, holding onto his mother carefully to ensure she would not fall down from the chair as she helped to tie his tie.

"I have a basketball practice this morning." Harry looked at the dining table hungrily. It was empty.

"Go make something." His mother said, patting his father's chest once she was satisfied with the tie.

"Again?"

"Your mother said so, so do it," his father pointed at the kitchen.

Grumbling to himself, he walked dejectedly to the kitchen. No wonder he was good at cooking when his family was like this. He could not even depend on his sister as she depended on him as well for food.

~*~*~*~

Jeremy opened his eyes sleepily and sighed heavily. Was it morning already?

His hand reached out to press a button and the curtains started to draw automatically. He pushed the blanket off him and walked to the window.

It was still dark outside but he still had a lot to do. Even last night he went to bed when he could not hold his sleepiness anymore.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly. The darkness from outside made him feel sleepy but the cold wind hit his face woke him up. He shivered a bit unconsciously.

He put on the robe and walked into the bathroom. Coldwater can make him feel better after the wet dream he had. A dream of him and Ryn.

When he went into the kitchen for his morning coffee, he found his little sister slumping at the dining table with a bowl of greens.

"What's wrong with you? Sick of greens?" he asked, taking his mug and poured the hot coffee into it.

"Hmm? I don't know how Ryn could eat meat so early in the morning while I have to watch what I eat," Mika cried unhappily.

Jeremy avoided answering that. His little sister was always questioning Ryn. It was not as if his sister had a bad feeling of Ryn. It was more like a childish feeling.

He finished his coffee and went back to his room to get his coat, wallet and car key.

"Are you coming with me or with Jason?" he asked his little sister who was still forcing herself to eat healthily.

"Jason will pick me up," Mika murmured sadly.

"Remember not to get into the office late."

Jeremy locked the door and walked to the elevator. Today he would not meet with Ryn, which made him feel bad but Ryn was busy with her school and work. Maybe he could persuade her for dinner for two.

"Unless that silly sister grabs her first," his heart pointed out sourly.

Who else has to share his woman with his own little sister?