“Gillian Wesley?” Martin Porter curved his lips into a sinister smile, winked at her, and hurled himself on the couch casually. He then glanced at the man on the wheelchair listlessly. “I must say, my brother is quite a lucky man to have both sisters take turns pleasing him!”
Henry Porter had not said a word when Master James called him out angrily. “Although Gillian isn’t older than you, she is now your sister-in-law, mind your manners.”
“Welcome to the family, dear sister-in-law!” Martin drawled sarcastically, then pursed his lips disgruntledly.
Petunia Porter saw that Martin seemed to have changed from his usual listlessness towards Henry. She walked up to him with a gentle look. “Son, mom has something to talk to you about, let’s go upstairs.”
“Sigh, what is it now?!” Martin was dragged away unwillingly, but before he went out of sight, he turned around to give Gillian one last menacing look.
Gillian swiftly looked away, but the next moment, a warm hand was placed on top of her hand.
Henry said to her tenderly, “Gillian, Martin grew up in the overseas since he was little. He tends to be a little carefree and doesn’t think before he speaks, don’t mind him.”
“No worries!” Gillian shook her head in response.
But she seemed to have noticed that her mother-in-law was slightly apathetic towards Henry and instead doted on Martin.
While Henry was chatting with the master, Gillian went to use the bathroom. When she was done, she met Henry who was sitting on the wheelchair and facing the bathroom.
She was briefly startled. When she came to her senses, she approached him and bent forward, “Henry, do you need help?”
The next second, she noticed a sudden malicious smirk on his face, and in the blink of an eye, he clutched her arm and lugged her towards his embrace.
Gillian screamed at the top of her lungs but was immediately muffled when the man pressed his thick palm over her lips. He radiated a wicked aura as he whispered on top of her head, “Do not scream, or I will kill you right now!”
Gillian’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up at the man without struggling.
It was the same perfect captivating face, but it was the eyes that made the difference… She could see the reflection of her petrified eyes as he stared at her piercingly!
He can see!
Instead of Henry Porter, this was Martin Porter?!
The thought had just surfaced in her mind when Gillian gaped her eyes. She swatted his hand away when she caught him off guard, took a large step backward, and staggered to her balance.
“Martin, what are you doing?” Gillian lifted a hand in the air, gesturing for a defensive pose. She eyed down at the man and put all efforts to steady herself but continued panting in shock.
Martin raised an eyebrow sharply, then rose to his feet with his hands on the handles. “How did you know it was me?”
Looking the man towering over her in the eyes, Gillian transformed her surprised emotions into anger. “Why did you use a wheelchair? Were you trying to impersonate your brother?”
“Pfft!” Martin uttered a contemptuous snort. He cornered Gillian with the same sinister grin. “Why would I need to impersonate him? He’s just a cripple!”
“Watch your words. He is your brother!” Gillian shuffled backward but refuted him strong-headedly.
What kind of a man would attack his twin brother in such a malicious way?!
“Interesting!” Martin suddenly stepped forward in a single-wide stride, completely trapped Gillian against the wall, and hooked her chin. “You’re the first woman who would protect that cripple! Interesting!”
“Get lost!” Gillian smacked his hand away, shoved him off with a scowl, and filled her eyes with fury. “Martin Porter, as your sister-in-law, I urge you to behave yourself. Otherwise, you may regret it!”
“Hoho, you’re sulking now?” Martin rubbed his chin and sized up Gillian unscrupulously. “At a closer look, you’re actually much prettier than the Lillian Wesley chick, but it’s a pity that you don’t doll up! Why don’t you be my woman? Let me assign a professional makeup artist for you!”
“Psycho!” Gillian found Martin absurd. After glaring at him peevishly, she turned and dashed towards the living area.