Chapter 150

Tristan and Megan dropped the Shaw family off at their villa. Staring at everything familiar around her, Megan felt a wave of nostalgia. This was the place she'd grown up, where all her childhood memories lived. Her fingers lightly brushed over the furniture, gliding across each surface like she was trying to etch it all deep into her mind one last time. Tristan followed her in silence, keeping close. When she stepped into her old room, the pink, girly decor hit her with a rush of emotion. She stood there, overwhelmed. Tristan gently closed the door behind them and wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaning close to her ear. "You know, even if you're not related by blood, their feelings for you won't just disappear. Now you've got two parents and four brothers—how awesome is that?" He paused for a beat before adding with a smirk, "Though those four brothers aren't exactly that useful." Megan couldn't help but laugh. "Are you seriously jealous of my brothers now?" Tristan planted