I'm Your Sister, Brother Chow

Chapter 11: The Terrifying Fear

Because he'd left, even though she was feeling rather sleepy, she still couldn't stop herself from getting

up and turning on the table lamp on her desk. She then flipped open the pages of a thick notebook.

It was just a normal notebook, but it held the biggest secret of her life. Right on the first page of the

notebook, there was a sketch of a half-naked man sleeping in bed. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The man had a calm and serene sleeping face, completely different from the dangerous aura he

emitted while awake.

Maybe even Chow himself didn't know that there was such a warm side to him when he slept in front of

Vivian.

If he knew, he would definitely not let himself sleep in front of her anymore.

Vivian's fingers gently stroked the face in the drawing. A soft smile unconsciously appeared on her

face.

It was only when she was looking at the notebook that she dared to show her true feelings.

She would never do that in front of him. She was afraid of getting hurt if he got utterly disgusted with

her.

Vivian's gaze did not stay on the first page for too long. She quickly flipped to the next page. She'd

already filled more than half of the notebook with sketches of Chow. Some of them were of him

standing, sitting, awake, and sleeping. Anyone would be able to see that the artist had strong feelings

for the subject she sketched.

She would probably never let him see this notebook, ever.

If she did, she would no longer be able to hide her thoughts from him.

Once he found out about her feelings for him, he would definitely kick her away because he didn't want

her to like him, and most importantly, because he knew that it would hurt her even more.

Vivian's felt herself trembling once more. She sighed softly and turned to the next page. Her eyes

finally fixed on a pair of carefully sketched shoes,

also drawn by her.

Vivian's drawing skills were exquisite. She was able to show the texture of the shoes by sketching

alone. It was a pair of white wedding heels, with intricate crystal and lace patterns forming a beautiful

lily flower on the model's feet.

Matched with a suitable wedding dress, this pair of heels would definitely be a scene-stealer. However,

they would never appear at any wedding,

because this was a pair of wedding shoes that Vivian had designed herself... for her wedding to Chow.

She knew that the wedding would only happen in her dreams.

Vivian looked down as her eyes began to water.

She'd written a few words next to the pair of wedding heels in pencil. "Foolish infatuation".

She'd long forgotten when exactly she'd penned the words down, but even until now, she couldn't help

but feel that the words described her situation perfectly.

Whether it was her feelings for Chow or her dreams of marriage, it was nothing more than wishful

thinking. Just an illusion.

Chow would never belong to her. His heart belonged to Celine, and Celine alone.

As for Vivian, apart from hatred and revenge, Chow probably wouldn't have any other feelings for her.

But when would his irrational revenge come to an end?

Vivian was afraid that she would become increasingly dependent on his "revenge" and end up falling

even deeper for him.