Am I a Controlling Older Brother?

Wright’s pupils suddenly constricted.

“Like”...

He hadn’t heard that word in a long time.

Wright instinctively turned his head and immediately spotted Vincent nearby, his gaze completely undisguised. Even while dancing with someone else, Vincent couldn’t tear his eyes away from Mu Chen, like a satellite orbiting a planet.

Did he like that man?

What was so great about him?

Enough to make Mu Chen like him so much that he’d completely lost all reason?

Were sweet nothings really that easy to believe?

What if he found out after they got together that the other man had deceived him?

At the thought, Wright felt his blood surge through his veins, his heart pounding “thud, thud, thud” like the “roar” of an engine, so hard it hurt his eardrums. He suppressed the urge to throw Vincent out on the spot, moving stiffly to the music...