All Chapters of Marrying Your Brother: How Do You Like That?: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"You think it's too little?" William asked."Of course!" Yvonne blurted. William had been spot on, and she'd answered him without realizing what she was doing. She quickly calmed down and said, "I didn't mean it like that…"William patted her head while swirling his whiskey. "These are schemes between adults. You should stay out of this."Yvonne fell silent. She had no choice but to return to her room when she saw William head upstairs. The rest of the night passed restlessly.…Yvonne went to school the following day. She was particularly eye-catching that day because of her forehead wound.Charles had already arrived. He was relieved to see Yvonne show up in class. It seemed Regina hadn't lied to him."What's up with your head, Yvonne?" one of the guys by Charles' side asked. "Is this the result of another grand gesture of love? What did you do this time? Fall down the stairs again?""What else could it be? Why else would she suddenly have a wound on her forehead?"Another

Before Shawn could raise a fist, everyone watched as Yvonne grabbed her hot water flask and made a beeline for Charles.With a loud splash, silence descended upon the room. Then, everyone gasped in unison, after which the only sound left was the steady dripping of water on the floor.Yvonne had drenched Charles in the hot water from her flask. Steam rose from his soaked clothes, and his face turned red."I can overlook you insulting me, but what makes you think you can insult Shawn?" Her tone was cold and devoid of any hint of love. She was acting the complete opposite of how she'd been in the past.The rest of the class didn't dare speak, afraid Yvonne would also splash them with scalding water."Charles!" Tiffany's voice came from outside the classroom. She'd brought Charles his breakfast—this was not the scene she'd expected to see. "Are you okay? Are you burned anywhere?"She looked at him anxiously, but he responded with a sharp, malevolent glare. "Yvonne Sullivan!" he snapp

The teacher snapped, "Hand in your homework once you're done, or you're not going home today!"The students were in their senior year, and every day felt like a race against time. It was hard to believe some students still refused to do their homework at this juncture.Charles was left with no choice but to sit down. The literature teacher, Jessica Clark, had always been the strictest among all their teachers. It looked like he really wouldn't be going home that day if he couldn't finish the homework she'd assigned.He looked at the papers before him, feeling irritated. He didn't know why it was so important to do homework. As he started working on them, he had to stop for a minute for each question.He hadn't memorized any poems or sayings, nor did he know anything of the stories behind them. He'd never paid attention during class.One of the guys near him took pity on him and said, "This question is in our notes. Just check your notes and copy the answer.""Really?" Charles p

Tiffany couldn't help blushing at her friends' envy. "Don't say that. I'm sure you guys will meet the right guy one day.""That's a formal announcement, isn't it? Looks like you and Charles are really getting together soon!""Of course they are! Charles doesn't like hanging out with girls—have you seen him with anyone other than Tiff?""There's Yvonne Sullivan, isn't there?""Her? She's just clinging to him!"The girls mocked Yvonne with everything they had. Everyone in school knew Yvonne was Charles' doormat—he wouldn't even give her the time of the day if not for the Sullivan and Lambert families being on good terms.Charles soon walked off the stage. One of Tiffany's friends patted her and said excitedly, "Look, Tiff! Charles is coming offstage!"Tiffany's blush deepened as she looked at Charles, who was close to her. He saw her, too.Tiffany's friends grew even more excited. "Charles is so handsome! He's looking at you!""This is my first time seeing him look at a girl so

When Sophia saw how Yvonne refused to attend the party, she said sarcastically, "Someone's just jealous."Yvonne looked around at everyone who was turning on her like she was a villain. Suddenly, she understood what it felt like to suffer in silence. It seemed nothing she did would prove her innocence. In fact, she didn't need to do anything—these people were already blaming her for everything.She rubbed her temples. She seriously didn't have time to play games with these teenagers."Are you going or not, Yvonne? You can leave Class 6 if you don't go!" A guy opposite her spoke the words that echoed her thoughts.She secretly agreed with him—she didn't want to stay in Class 6 anymore."Let's go together. I'm going, too." Shawn helped ease the tension. People would talk about Yvonne if she refused to attend the party. If she went, it would be on her own terms. There wouldn't be anything to talk about.She understood what he meant and forced a smile. "Fine, I'll go."She would att