Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 683:

It was the name given to her by her adoptive parents in the refugee camp. Later, she named her company the Sarth Group as a tribute to them.

Thinking back to those tough times, Marissa remembered her adoptive parents always dressed in rags and never wore nice clothes until they passed away.

Now, even though she had the ability to create the finest clothes, she couldn’t give them to the people who meant the most to her. That thought always filled her with a profound sense of regret.

Lost in her memories, Marissa felt tears welling up. One large tear fell right into her coffee cup.

Kevin had been watching her quietly. When he saw her tears fall, he gently asked, “What’s wrong?”

Marissa quickly tried to pull herself together, forcing a bitter smile. “Mr. Kevin, you make such good coffee. You must be a very gentle person in private. Any girl who has you as a brother must be so happy.”noveldrama

“Huh!” Kevin suddenly let out an ambiguous laugh.

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“Not necessarily. Someone doesn’t like having me as a brother. She even feels that having me as a brother was the greatest shame of her life and a past she wants to forget,” he said with a strange tone.

“President Nash, you say any girl who could be my sister would be happy. It would be accurate to say that any girl who becomes my wife would be happy. I don’t like the word ‘sister’ now. If I ever treat a girl well in the future, it will definitely be my wife, not some sister!”

Marissa was stunned. She looked up at Kevin, blinking away her surprise. “Why?”

In response to Marissa’s question, Kevin chuckled ambiguously.

With a wry smile, he explained, “Because a sister can be heartless. If she starts a new life, she might forget her brother or even resent him. But a wife is different. A wife is by my side because she loves me and won’t grow to resent me.”

Marissa was completely baffled.

“I don’t follow your logic. A sister and a wife play very different roles—one is based on family bonds, the other on romantic affection. They shouldn’t interfere with each other. How can you be so certain that a sister would be heartless, but a wife would remain devoted?”

“Huh!” Kevin laughed again.

He then stood up and prepared her another cup of coffee, splitting a sugar cube again—placing one half in the coffee and leaving the other on the plate. He slid the freshly made coffee toward her.

“Here’s a fresh cup. The last one wasn’t up to par,” he suggested.

Marissa gazed at the new cup of coffee, lost in thought. The way he split the sugar reminded her of her adoptive brother Kevin, yet she hesitated to confront him directly due to his apparent sensitivity about mentioning the word “sister.”

Based on his earlier remarks, she considered two possibilities.

Either he wasn’t her adoptive brother Kevin, or if he was, perhaps a past betrayal by another sister had left him disenchanted with the idea of a bond with a sister

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