HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Chapter 242 Bullying, Maintaining

"Mom, you worked hard cooking, let me go wash the dishes."

At the dinner table, she chatted with Mrs. Ender about the Quidditch World Cup, of course not including the part about the Death Eaters. The focus was on how Kxton would win. After dinner, Narilla collected the leftover plates and went to the kitchen, not giving Mrs. Ender any chance to refuse.

Kerston rose, but Mrs. Ender called out to him, "Did you bully Lillian, Kerston?"

Kersten was startled and turned back to look at her, "Why?"

"She hardly looks at you, and she hardly smiles at you," Mrs. Ende said, looking at Nalilian's back with a worried look on her face. "And she's very resistant to you picking up food for her. You know, she usually eats the food you pick up for her very seriously."

"Really?" Kerston responded, standing up.

Mrs. Ender looked at him.

Actually, Kerston is also a little strange.

Why did Lillian start to reject him? He was stubborn and wanted to impose his things on her.

He never does that.

Kersten walked to the kitchen, approached Narilian, and whispered, "I'll do it."

Nalilian continued washing the dishes as if she didn't see him. He reached out and grabbed the plate from her hand and pulled it towards her.

Nalilian, who didn't get the chance, looked at Kerston washing the dishes silently and wanted to turn around and leave, but thinking of Mrs. Ender watching from behind, she gently stuck to Kerston and pretended to wash the dishes with him.

Kerston paused and turned his head to look at Nalilian who was leaning on his arm.

Her face was calm and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

He looked at her.

If I could live like this for the rest of my life...

After washing the dishes, she chatted with Mrs. Ender for a while about the Quidditch World Cup. Then, Nallilian pretended to be sleepy, washed up, and returned to her room.

As soon as she closed the door, she saw the new skirt and necklace that Mrs. Ende had bought for her lying on the bed. Nalilian leaned against the door, slowly sat down with her back against the door, and curled up.

...Why does Kersten love her?

Everything he did with her was love?

But love means shit to her.

Tears welled up in her eyes and Nalilian couldn't accept it.

Or...was there something she did wrong that caused Kersten to have this delusion?

Although Kerston always did everything well and perfectly, making her see him as a mature adult, he was essentially still an eighteen-year-old boy who had never experienced love and did not understand what love was.

So this must be his illusion, she thought.

He took the relationship between brother and sister too seriously and mistook it for love.

It should be like this.

It must be so.

So how should she comfort him?

Nalilian thought about it in her heart, and now she had a direction, the pain in her heart was alleviated a little.

Just as she was about to get up, Kerston opened the door and came in from the balcony.

Their rooms have a connecting balcony.

Nalilian looked at him, thinking about how to persuade him. Kerston closed the door and walked up to her against the light.

He saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, squatted down to wipe them away, held her hand, pulled her up and hugged her.

Nalilien didn't resist during the whole process. As she watched him carry her to the bed, she put her hand on his chest and decided to have a good talk with him. "Kersten, have you ever thought that you actually made a mistake?"

"Yeah," Kerston responded, motioning for her to continue, putting her on the bed, and then picking up the new dresses on the bed and putting them in the closet.

Nalilian watched him put the new dresses on hangers and dust covers one by one and said, "We have a good relationship."

"Yeah," Kersten put her new dress in the closet.

Nalilian continued, "You have never been in love, and you have no experience in this area."

Kersten paused with the hanger.

She said, "Have you ever thought, Kersten, that maybe you don't love me, but just—"

She paused as Kersten tilted his head to look at her.

Her eyes trembled and she couldn't say anything.

Why does he look so hurt...

She lowered her head.

Kersten retracted his gaze, put her skirt away, closed the closet, sat down next to Nalilian, and gently hugged her to the bed, "Sleep."

Being held in Kerston's arms, Nalilian leaned against his chest and closed her eyes in frustration, "Then don't expose it in front of anyone."

This is something that should not be allowed to be seen in public.

"Yeah," Kersten replied with his cheek resting on the top of her head and his eyes closed.

*

When she woke up the next day, Kerston had left early like the day before. Nalilian sat up and saw a letter on the desk.

She walked over and opened it. It was a letter from Hermione -

"I was so happy to hear that you returned home safely yesterday. We were so worried about you. When that skull appeared, we thought you were protected by the Ministry of Magic. Ron said you must be safer than us, but we didn't expect you to have escaped the Ministry and made it to the gymnasium. Luckily, you're fine. Also, Harry accidentally lost his wand. I don't know who took it, but luckily we found it in the woods when we were running out of the gymnasium. Otherwise, he would have had to buy another one. Also, you should have written me a letter. It was only when Senior Ender wrote to me that I learned about this. By Hermione."

Nalilian took the letter and read it over and over again before writing a reply. She opened the door with the letter and went to find the white owl Kane.

"Lillian, come and have breakfast," Mrs. Ende called out at the dining table when she saw Nalilian get off the escalator. She had already prepared breakfast.

"Wait, Mum, I'm going to send a letter to Hermione first," Narilean said, running to Kane's birdcage outside the house.

But there was already someone standing there - Kerston was feeding the white owl Kane.

Nalilian stopped.

She hadn't come to the birdcage by herself for a long time. She usually asked Kston to help her, or Kston called Kane, but she didn't realize that Kston was already much taller than the birdcage.

He has really grown up.

Nalilian stared for a few seconds and then turned away.

As she left, Kersten turned his head to look at her back. It was not until she entered the house that he looked at the envelope in his hand and put it in his pocket.

"You wrote to Hermione?"

After washing up in the evening, seeing Kston coming in from the rooftop again, Nalilian asked him.

Fortunately, Kerston was out today, so she took the opportunity to deliver the letter to Kane.

"Yes," Kersten replied, pulling her onto the bed.

"Don't contact her anymore," Nalilian said against his chest.

Don't let Hermione know, she's too smart.

"Okay," Kersten responded, leaning against the top of her head.

In the next few days, with Nalilian's deliberate efforts, Kerston rarely stayed alone with her in the same space during the day.

Kerston seemed to realize this as well, and he didn't get too close to her, and even reduced the amount of intimate actions.

At the same time, he had been out all the time, and no one knew what happened, but this made Nalilian feel relieved.

Except that every night, Keston would hold her tightly in his arms and sleep in the same bed with her.

That's it, Nalilian thought as she was held in Kerston's arms.

This is maintained in secret, without being discovered by others.