“Stephen, why did you have to do that?” Amalia grumbled as she placed a cold patch on the black eye that was starting to form on Robert Ke’s face. “I’m your brother, he’s not supposed to touch you.” Stephen said as he glared at his friend.“Seriously, Stephen, this shit now?!” Amalia asked, angry at her older brother. “You were dead for six fucking years! Robert and Edward were there for me, Robert and I fell in love. It has nothing to do with touching or whatever shit you have up your head!” “She isn’t a vulnerable little girl, Stephen.” Edward told his friend. “Plus, aren’t you a little bit more liberal than our families? Touching, seriously?”Stephen sighed and shook his head as he walked up and poured himself a glass of whiskey.“Fine, I might have overreacted a little bit.” Stephen admitted as he walked up to Robert and checked his friend’s bruise. “A little bit?! A little bit?! This thing is going to leave a mark Stephen, I have two interviews and a press conference tomorrow.
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