Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 12

Pete's stubbornness was beyond measure. Even though the doctor had advised him to rest for few days, he still insisted that he was fine and went to the office without feeling guilty. Vegas himself couldn't change Pete's mind and only asked Porsche to be ready to pick Pete up if his condition suddenly changed.

All afternoon, he didn't get any calls from Porsche. Pete was fine this morning so he wasn't too worried. But while he was in the meeting, Porsche suddenly called. He immediately stopped the meeting to answer his call.

"What's wrong, Porsche?" he asked worriedly.

"Erm, boss..." Porsche's doubts made him even more worried, "Do you have a brother?"

"Huh?!?".

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"Hiaaa!!" Macau greeted him cheerfully with a big smile just as his feet touched the second floor of his house, "You're home early!"

Vegas sighed while shaking his head as he walked towards Macau who was sitting on a kitchen counter chair with a can of soda and two bags of chips in front of him. His brother's big eyes continued to follow him until he stood across the counter and placed the shopping bags on the counter.

"Why aren't you at school?"

Macau rolled his eyes and mouthed a duh, "It's semester break."

His mind was too preoccupied that he almost forgot about the semester break. When Porsche called him asking about a teenager trying to break into his house, he thought Porsche was joking. But after Porsche showed him a photo of his naughty little brother posing in the garage with mocking eyes, Vegas knew something was wrong in their family's mansion and he rushed back.

"That doesn't explain why you brought your suitcase." Vegas pointed to the large bag lying in the living room, "Did you fight with pa?"

"No, but he quarreled with that woman." Macau replied mockingly, "Plates and vases were thrown around the house. It was very loud. I couldn't stay at home."

"Which woman is this?" Vegas raised his eyebrows.

"Still the old one." Macau replied, "Their relationship lasted longer than I imagined."

Their father was a big player even when their mother was still alive. He usually brought a new woman into his house every two or three months, but Vegas had to agree with Macau that the woman was staying longer than expected.

"So you ran away from the house?"

Macau grinned mischievously, "My semester starts next week. Can I stay here until then?"

One was Pete and the other was his little brother. He couldn't say no to both of them.

Vegas didn't answer him but he ruffled his brother's hair with a smile. Macau squirmed and protested, trying to take Vegas's hand out of his hair.

"Hiaaa!!"

"I'm changing my clothes. Don't touch the shopping bags." He ordered as he walked past Macau towards his bedroom. He planned to cook something for dinner. He should change into more comfortable clothes.

But ordering his younger brother to remain silent was useless. He returned to the kitchen with Macau who was busy taking out everything in his shopping bag one by one. His small frown deepened as he finally realized that Vegas had only brought groceries to cook dinner without any snacks.

"Step back." Vegas pulled Macau's back collar away from the kitchen counter, "Just sit over there and eat your snack. Don't bother me."

"Hehehe... Are you making steak, hiaa?" Macau asked while sitting back in his chair.