At seventeen years old, this was the first time Stella had ever seen someone so breathtakingly handsome. She was completely mesmerized.

She blinked her big eyes and, in an instant, changed her tune. “Big brother!”

Melford was the youngest of the Yeardeh family—no younger brothers, no younger sisters. So when this little milk bun suddenly called him “big brother,” a strange sense of satisfaction washed over him. His heart practically floated.

Looks like I’m still pretty young, after all.

“Hm~” He deliberately drew out the sound, his tone playful. Recalling how the little girl had just called Chelsea “aunt,” his gaze turned amused. He looked at Chelsea and asked, “Whose...