I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 82 - 80: He Can, But I Can’t?

Ian Sinclair didn’t have class yesterday, so after parting ways with Mia Grant, he went home for the night.

In the morning, his mom heard that Felix Sinclair had been sick a lot lately, so she made some soup for Ian to bring to him on his way back to school.

When he got back to his dorm, he couldn’t find Felix Sinclair, and no one answered when he called. He asked Dixon, who was also puzzled, saying Felix hadn’t come back at all yesterday.

"Your brother went to the campus clinic for an IV drip. He didn’t come back afterward. I messaged him last night, and he said he went home."

"Weren’t you two together?"

It clicked for Ian Sinclair. Felix Sinclair had probably gone back to his off-campus apartment. So, he painstakingly lugged the soup over.

But when the door opened, it wasn’t his brother. It was... Mia Grant?! Wearing his brother’s shirt!

The soup in his hands crashed to the floor. Ian Sinclair gritted his teeth and lunged forward.

"What are you doing here!"

Mia Grant was bending over to pick up the takeout on the floor. Her hand trembled at the sound of his voice, and before she could even see who it was, her shoulders were gripped forcefully.

She blinked. "Don’t, don’t, don’t shake me! You’re gonna make me throw up!"

Ian Sinclair’s chest heaved violently, his eyes scanning her up and down. He was clearly livid.

The girl was wearing a loose white shirt, its hem just barely covering the tops of her thighs. A pair of long, slender legs were blatantly exposed to the air.

She was standing there barefoot...

And the top two buttons of her collar were undone!

’His territory has been invaded.’ Just one look was enough to make the little puppy feel dizzy.

’I’m so pissed!’

Mia Grant steadied herself and asked, just as puzzled, "What are you doing here?"

"My mom told me to bring him soup!"

"How did you get up the elevator?"

"I live on the floor below him!"

"..."

’No wonder.’ Mia Grant scratched her face awkwardly.

"Where is he!"

"He’s not here."

"Liar!" Ian Sinclair pushed past her, trying to get inside.

Mia Grant let out a soft "Hey." "What about the soup? Aren’t you going to bring it in?"

"To hell with the soup!"

Ian Sinclair stormed in furiously, patrolling the territory as if searching for the other man she had hidden away. He went from the dining room to the kitchen, the living room to the balcony, the study to the master bedroom.

Nothing. No one.

But Felix Sinclair’s apartment only had one bed! And judging by the mess on the bed, the two of them had clearly slept together!

The little puppy felt a rush of blood surge from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He panted heavily as he strode forward and threw back the covers, feeling the lingering warmth of the mattress with his hand.

It was still warm!!!

Mia Grant stood at the entrance to the master bedroom, watching him tear the room apart. For a moment, she had no idea what to say.

’The puppy’s going crazy. He’s lost his mind.’

’I should probably just keep my mouth shut.’

’Better to let him tear the place apart and blow off some steam first.’

And calling it "tearing the place apart" was no exaggeration.

The little puppy was convinced "the other man" was still hiding somewhere, and he quickly moved on to the walk-in closet.

He rummaged through all of Felix Sinclair’s clothes, trampling the rows of identical, dazzlingly white shirts under his feet.

No one in the closet.

The little puppy went to the bathroom next.

Mia Grant scratched her head, continuing to "supervise" him from the bathroom doorway.

"He’s really not here. You must be tired from all that. I haven’t eaten yet, want to grab a bite together?"

Ian Sinclair stared at the empty bathtub, his mind running wild. ’Did they do it in the bed last night, or... in here?’

’Or both?’

His Adam’s apple bobbed with a difficult swallow. He turned around, his dark eyes fixed on Mia Grant, who was clearly still half-asleep and in no mood to deal with him. "You... you two..."

He didn’t seem to know how to phrase it. The word rolled around in his throat, but he just couldn’t get it out.

He tried to be more subtle. "Did you give it to him?"

"What?" Mia Grant looked completely lost.

Her head was still aching from staying up all night. Although she had quickly washed up, her brain hadn’t fully woken up yet and she couldn’t quite follow his train of thought.

"I want it too!" The little puppy’s dark eyes blinked, and he suddenly looked aggrieved.

Before Mia Grant could react, he lunged at her, throwing his arms around her.

The little puppy nuzzled her neck, whining pitifully, "I want it too."

’Just a second ago he looked like he wanted to kill me. How can he change his tune in the blink of an eye?’

Mia Grant had no idea what he wanted. Seeing him now behaving like he’d just been shot with a tranquilizer, she patted the little puppy’s head sympathetically. "There, there. I’m starving, let’s go eat."

’Whatever he wants, I’ll deal with it after I’ve eaten.’

Ian Sinclair tightened his grip on her waist as if he hadn’t heard her.

"You..."

A sudden wet sensation on her neck made Mia Grant shudder, her voice changing pitch.

"What are you doing?!"

The little puppy licked her neck, whimpering and refusing to let her go.

Mia Grant sucked in a breath. He wasn’t biting her, but it tickled... and felt weird.

She tried to push his head away, which surprisingly worked. The little puppy looked up, his eyes sparkling as he stared at her. "Let’s do it right here."

"In his bedroom."

"?!" Her short-circuited brain suddenly rebooted. Mia Grant’s pupils constricted, and she smacked him hard on the back of the head.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

The little puppy pouted. "Why can he, but I can’t?"

"We have the same face, and my body is even better than his. Why do you want him and not me?"

"..."

Mia Grant hadn’t expected someone so young to be so blunt and explicit.

’He’s even more shameless than I am!’

"Jeez, what on earth goes through your head all day! At your age... You... you..."

Mia Grant pushed him away. "Let go, let go! I’m going to eat!"

"No."

Mia Grant gave him a light kick and explained, "It’s not what you think between me and your brother! I just crashed here last night! He slept on the sofa!"

"I don’t believe you!"

"It’s true." Mia Grant took a deep breath. "You think your brother is like you? A horny little puppy."

"..." Ian Sinclair’s eyes narrowed. That was the one thing he couldn’t stand hearing.

Especially when a comparison like that came from her mouth.

"Fine." He released the hands clamped around her waist and took her hand instead, looking up with a brilliant smile. "Let’s go eat."

His mood shifted so quickly that Mia Grant was a little surprised.

’But on second thought, it makes sense.’

’The reason she liked hanging out with Ian Sinclair, besides his sunny disposition, was that he knew his place.’

’He’d get angry, but he wouldn’t hysterically grill her for details. He knew exactly where he stood and understood that pressing the issue would do him no good.’

’Even if she and his brother really did do something, so what?’

’What could he do besides be mad at himself?’

’If he asked too many questions, he’d inevitably be kicked out of the game.’

’It’s better to just turn a blind eye. As for other people who get in the way...’

’There’ll be plenty of time for that later.’

’He would slowly and completely remove his brother from Mia Grant’s life.’

That afternoon, just after Mia Grant returned to school, she received a call from Portia.

The caller identified themselves as someone from the Hughes Family, inviting her to Portia for the Mid-Autumn Festival.