Recently, the heavens seem particularly fond of changing the weather in the evening.

Every evening, it rains heavily, but fortunately it's always quick to come and go. After the rain, the air is even fresher and all the more suitable for romantic outings.

Even when the elders have returned home, Jimmy Horne and Camila Ruiz still go out on dates at night. Hansen Ruiz and Rachel Bailey do not stop them, letting them be wild, romantic, and deepen their feelings.

Only Charles Colson is in great distress.

Seeing Camila Ruiz dolled up for Jimmy Horne, happily holding Jimmy's hand and heading out, he felt as if his heart was being mercilessly carved out with a knife. Yet, he couldn't do anything, only showing a sour expression when Jimmy Horne came around. Jimmy didn't know the reason, nor did he play along with it, allowing Charles's face to freeze over like an iceberg, without saying a word. No matter how taunting Charles's words were, Jimmy remained silent, letting Charles perform his one-man show alone, harboring even more annoyance inside.

Happy moments and painful times are experienced in the same way.

In the blink of an eye, it's late at night again.

Charles Colson is sitting alone in the Side Hall, seemingly watching TV, but actually waiting for Camila Ruiz to return.

"Squeak—"

Finally, the sound of a car comes from outside.

Jimmy Horne parked the car outside the Ruiz Family villa but didn't drive into the Courtyard, as it was too late at night, he didn't want to disturb Hansen Ruiz and his wife's rest.

The car stopped, neither of them moved.

Camila Ruiz turned to look at Jimmy Horne, and Jimmy looked at her too.

Their gazes intertwined, each carrying a sense of unwillingness to part.

"Billy." Camila Ruiz, like a wife, scooted closer, turning to face Jimmy Horne, lovingly adjusting his tie and murmuring: "When you drive back, be careful, don't speed, especially no racing, okay? Also, once you get home, immediately take a shower and rest, you have work tomorrow, a pile of things at the company waiting for you. And remember, as soon as you get home, call me, I'm waiting for your call."

Holding her hand, Jimmy Horne spoke affectionately: "Camila, please marry me, I can't bear to be apart from you anymore. These days, I resent each day the sun sets and rises again, wishing that I could be with you every single moment."

She was already his, marrying her was only a matter of time. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

He hoped it would be as soon as possible.

Even though they were only twenty-three, a successful man usually wouldn't marry at this age, but he was an exception. He wanted to marry, he had long wanted to marry Camila Ruiz.

He yearned for her to bear the halo of being Mrs. Jimmy Horne, declaring to the whole world that Camila Ruiz was his beloved wife, making anyone wanting to touch her first weigh their worth and count their lives.

"Both my parents are back, what to do is up to you." Camila replied with a playful smile, effectively agreeing to his proposal.

Jimmy Horne was overjoyed, but before his smile could settle, Camila emphasized again: "Engagement first, the wedding can be held a few years later."

Immediately, Jimmy's face turned green, a few years?

Would they have to wait several years to hold the wedding?

What did she mean by a few years, anywhere from more than two to less than ten?

"Camila..."

"I'm going in."

Camila playfully removed his hand, swiftly opened the car door, slipped out, and ran giddily towards her home, leaving Jimmy with a playful back view.

It wasn't until her figure vanished inside the house that Jimmy chuckled indulgently: "When your belly grows bigger, I guarantee I'll marry you within a month."

Hehe!

Full of schemes!

By then, even if she didn't want to marry, their parents would urge them to do so.

With this thought, Jimmy drove away, disappearing quickly under the streetlights.

Camila Ruiz entered the house and found the Side Hall still lit, with the sound of the TV in the air. Curiously, she walked into the Side Hall and saw Charles Colson sitting in front of the sofa. Upon seeing her enter, Charles's face softened, smiling: "Camila, you're back."

Camila sat beside him, glancing at the TV, which was playing a drama. This kind of drama wasn't watched by anyone other than her mom. Clearly, Charles was waiting for her to return.

Camila knew Charles was worried about her, making her heart warm, she smiled at Charles and said: "Brother Charles, I'm with Billy, nothing will happen, you don't have to wait for me anymore."

It's precisely because she was with Jimmy Horne that things might happen!

Charles muttered jealously to himself, but outwardly he laughed like a caring brother: "Brother Charles is used to it, if you don't come back, Brother Charles would worry that something happened to you and couldn't sleep."

This obvious guardianship, this evident affection, does she truly not understand it?

Charles felt an impulse, wanting to confess his love for Camila Ruiz.

But knowing it to be without outcome, wouldn't confessing only bring heartache?

"Brother Charles." Camila suddenly held his hand, very seriously, very earnestly saying: "You are my best brother, just like Brother Ivan, always my best brother!" Charles's affection, she understood, but... her heart belonged to Jimmy Horne, even if their time together was the shortest. But love is irrational, it doesn't hinge on who you've been with the longest or who you'd end up loving.

She always regarded Charles as a big brother.

Before, now, in the future.

Looking at her, her gaze clear as day without a ripple when looking at him, to her, he was only a brother!

Charles, with such a clear answer, shouldn't you give up?

A fond smile escaped, Charles gently tapped Camila's nose and laughed: "Suddenly being so earnest with Brother Charles really scared him, of course I'm your brother, always your brother."

Camila stared at him for a minute before reverting to her usual demeanor, playfully bantering with Charles for a while before heading upstairs.

Charles stayed behind momentarily, after she left he quietly leaned against the sofa, soothing his wounded heart in his own way.

Although the two hadn't clarified things, the conversation was indeed a formal one.

Camila clearly told him that he will always be a brother, just a brother, unable to evolve into anything else.

Even if he loved her to death, the outcome would be the same.

His heart was indeed in pain.

He could only endure it.

Nameless Manor.