Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 462

At dinner time, Wendy took over all of Casey's responsibilities, even throwing him a challenging gaze out of nowhere.

During the meal, Izabella could sense the intense sibling rivalry between the two. When Casey tried to sit next to her, Wendy quickly claimed the spot, forcing him to sit on Izabella's left instead.

Every time Casey tried to serve Izabella some food, Wendy would simply have the servant bring that dish directly to Izabella.

Caught in the middle of this power struggle, Izabella couldn't help but look up at Casey with amusement. He was glaring at Wendy with such intensity that had they not been at the dinner table, he would have probably grabbed her by the collar.

Wendy, meanwhile, remained aloof, focusing all her attention on Izabella and ignoring her brother completely.

After dinner, Bunny asked Izabella to stay the night, seeing as it was getting late.

After some thought, Izabella agreed.

"Would you be sharing a room with Casey?" Bunny asked, surprising Izabella.

Realizing the two were living together but hadn't progressed to sharing a bedroom yet, Bunny found it amusing. Despite Casey's outward enthusiasm, he was surprisingly shy when it came to these things.

Feeling Bunny's scrutinizing gaze, Casey shifted uncomfortably, his ears turning red. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked defensively. "You need to be married to share a bed."

In Casey's mind, marriage was a sacred bond, and there were certain things that should only be done after marriage. He wanted to take responsibility for Izabella and give her a sense of security. He wanted to spend every waking moment with her, but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Thinking about this, Casey started to wander his gaze nervously.

Bunny wanted to laugh but held herself back. She hadn't expected her son to be so rigid and spineless.

"We have plenty of rooms," she said dismissively. "I'll ask one of the servants to prepare one for you."

Just as Izabella was about to agree, Wendy appeared out of nowhere. "Don't bother," she said. "Let Izabella share a room with me." She looked at Izabella with anticipation, waiting for her response.

Izabella figured that Wendy's sudden change of heart must have had something to do with the present she had given her earlier that day.

"Is that okay?" Wendy asked, trying to sound cute. She wrapped her arms around Izabella's and swayed from side to side, putting all her effort into persuading her.

Casey, however, wasn't having any of it. He stepped forward, pushed Wendy away, and positioned himself protectively in front of Izabella. "Back off," he said. "Bella doesn't like sharing a room with others."

"How would you know?" Wendy retorted. "Izabella hasn't said anything yet. We girls can have lots of things to talk about at night." She then turned to Izabella and said, "Izabella, please stay with me tonight. I can tell you stories about when I was a kid."

Her brother was tall and broad, standing like a wall between her and Izabella. Wendy knew that she had a rare opportunity to spend the night with her idol. If she missed this chance, she didn't know when the next one would come. Besides, knowing her brother's jealous and possessive nature, she knew that he probably wouldn't give her such an opportunity again.

Izabella wasn't particularly interested in Wendy's childhood stories. What she was interested in was Casey.

Casey had a poor memory and rarely talked about his past.

Moreover, she was still bothered by what Beck had said during their chess game. The more she tried to ignore his words, the harder it was to do so. But she couldn't find an opportunity to ask him about it. Now that Wendy had offered to share her room, maybe she could learn something from her.

Having made up her mind, Izabella gently pushed Casey aside and said, "Alright, I'll share a room with Wendy tonight. Mrs. Bunny, there's no need to prepare another room."

Casey looked as though he had been struck by lightning. He stared at Izabella in shock, his expression gradually falling as if he were an abandoned puppy.

Bunny turned to Izabella for confirmation. "Are you sure you want to share a room with Wendy tonight?"

Izabella nodded, confirming her decision.

Wendy was so ecstatic that she jumped up and down. She grabbed Izabella's hand and said, "I'll take Izabella to my room then."

Bunny reminded her, "Take good care of Izabella, Wendy."

"I know," Wendy replied.

Once the girls had left, Bunny looked at Casey, who was still standing there as if in a daze. She patted him on the shoulder in a comforting gesture and said, "You could learn a thing or two from your sister."

"Mom," Casey called, stopping Bunny as she was about to leave. He asked nervously, "Nothing weird will happen between them, right?"

"Of course not," Bunny said dismissively. "At most, they'll cuddle in their sleep, maybe even take a bath together." She couldn't resist teasing her son before she left.

Casey was speechless. He didn't dare ask any more questions about what was considered normal.

Izabella usually went to bed early. She followed Wendy into her room, which was spacious and clean. She had expected Wendy's room to be decorated like a princess's chamber, but it was surprisingly simple and tidy.

Wendy seemed to forget her nervousness once they were inside. "Izabella, you can freshen up first. I'll wait for you. The bathroom's over there. There's body wash and shampoo. Oh, and you didn't bring any pajamas. Would you mind using mine?"

Izabella was still adjusting to Wendy's sudden warmth.

"That would be fine," she replied.

Wendy picked out a white lace nightgown. Her intention was obvious, though Izabella didn't notice. She simply thought that the nightgown was a bit revealing, but it was no big deal since she was only going to sleep in it.

After having a shower and washing her hair, Izabella came out to find Wendy had prepared a towel for her to dry her hair and a hairdryer on the bedside table.

"Izabella, I can dry your hair for you," she offered.

"No need, I've got it. You can go ahead and shower."

How could Wendy miss the opportunity to blow-dry her idol's hair at close quarters? "I prefer showering before bed, not sleep yet. Izabella, take a seat, I've got the hairdryer plugged in." She flicked the switch without hesitation and a gust of warm air hit Izabella's damp locks.

Izabella resigned herself to the chair, submitting to the hair drying service.