Jhoanna’s POV

A peaceful and relaxing afternoon, only to be ruined by one Hans Martin. The man–no, boy, was the correct term as he was two years younger than me, seems to love to annoy the life out of me. As do I to him.

Though, my little brother always teased me than he is much more mature than I ever was.

Which is, of course, not true!

Arching my brow, I asked, “And why pray, tell, are you here?”

He groaned the moment our eyes met. “If I knew you were here, would rather come in a little later..” He grumbled to which Dad growled. Hans apologized although he...