It had been a while since they had last seen each other. Brandon Heath looked at his younger brother, who already had his own family and had become someone else’s husband, and said with a bit of emotion, "I never thought that you would get married before me."
"I didn’t expect it either." Ashton Heath laughed, "This never crossed my mind. But, I quite surprise."
Brandon raised an eyebrow, removed his glasses, and revealed a pair of deep and cold eyes: "Joanna is a nice girl; treat her well."
"She’s my wife, of course, I’ll treat her well." When Ashton spoke of Joanna Lawrence, his eyes and brows softened considerably.
The aura he emitted was no longer cold and distant as usual.
Brandon naturally sensed the change in his younger brother’s demeanor, hooking the corner of his lips and looking at him with deep meaning, "I heard you two had a flash marriage?"
"At first, I thought that you two got married because of some reason, without any emotional involvement. It seems I was wrong."
As his younger brother, Ashton was well-known to Brandon.
Whether he liked her or not, Brandon could clearly see it in his eyes.
Ashton hooked his lips, and his cold face softened slightly, "Yeah, we got together due to a certain reason. I didn’t expect things to develop to this point either."
"Perhaps, this is what they call fate."
He never believed in these things before.
All those words about the arrangements of fate were nothing more than feudal superstitions.
But now, he was willing to believe in fate.
Joanna was his destined one.
Hearing the words "fate" from Ashton’s mouth, Brandon was taken aback, showing a somewhat astonished expression.
He paused for a few seconds, then joked, "Now you believe in these things?"
"I don’t believe in feudal superstitions." Ashton’s eyes were half-closed, as the delicate face of the young girl floated into his mind. A tender look appeared in his eyes, and he said softly, "I just believe that she must be the one God arranged for me."
Brandon found it funny, "Isn’t that still a feudal superstition?"
"Brandon, when you find someone you like, you’ll understand this feeling." Ashton didn’t explain further, patting Brandon’s shoulder meaningfully.
Why did he feel like he was being mocked?
Was his brother mocking him for being single, so that’s why he didn’t understand?
"Ashton, let’s talk about something serious." Brandon glanced up at the second floor, his brows furrowing slightly, "At Mom’s side, you should go and persuade her. Tonight, no one’s helping her, so she’ll definitely be even more unhappy with Joanna. If you really care for Joanna, it’s better not to anger her too much."
"By defending Joanna, you’ll only make the relationship between her and Mom even worse."
"If there’s a misunderstanding, just clear it up. It’s better for family members not to hold grudges overnight."
Ashton was silent for a while before nodding his head, "I know."
He knew that Brandon wasn’t taking sides with anyone.
His elder brother wasn’t a foolishly filial person.
"It’s good that you know." Brandon also patted his shoulder, "I have something to do, so I’ll go to the study first. You should have a good talk with Mom. She’s a reasonable person if you speak to her properly."
On the second floor, inside a bedroom.