Jeremiah rubbed his cheek and glanced at the excited Andrew. He thought, If someone is beyond saving, let it be. He can’t go against fate.

Samantha leaned closer to Andrew, saying, "Little brother, I wish you all the best. In another life, remember to choose a good family." A touch of sibling affection, now.

Andrew snorted indifferently. Jealousy, he thought, my sister is obviously jealous, but I won't fall for it!

"Yvette, I have quite a few wishes," Andrew said, a flattering smile on his face as he eagerly asked Yvette, "Are you really going to help me fulfill them all?"

Samantha twitched the corner of her mouth, watching Andrew. The scene was excruciating; her brother's naiveté left her speechless.

Charles sensed something was amiss. He sat silently, already noticing Yvette's unusually blank stare. Jeremiah and Samantha's behavior only fueled his suspicion.

Andrew turned to Charles. "Bro, I'll take this one, but next time it's all yours."

Charles smiled, a "do as you please" look in his eyes, and remained silent.

Yvette looked at Andrew's flattering smile, then lowered her gaze for a few seconds. Looking up, she thought, I knew this guy; I can't just take his life. How should I fight? A hint of disdain flickered in her eyes.

Andrew noticed the disdain and quickly said, "Yvette, don't worry. I only have three wishes, and I won't make things difficult for you." He feared her regret.

Yvette looked up, her slender wrist visible as her fingertips rested on the couch. "Oh," she said slowly, "in that case, come over."

Jeremiah suddenly stood, gently tucking Yvette's blonde hair behind her ear. His gaze lingered on her face. With a sigh, he said in an intoxicating voice, "Be good, and remember to be gentle."

Yvette's dewy eyes met his, inches away. She swallowed, thinking, His face is so tempting! What if it's too tempting?

Before anyone reacted, she kissed his cheek, then gently nibbled it.

Jeremiah was startled, feeling the touch on his cheek. His back stiffened, his fingers clenching into a fist; his emotions unreadable.

The others immediately looked away, wondering, Should we really be seeing this? Charles, Samantha, and Andrew moved almost in unison.

Charles, witnessing this intimate moment between Yvette and Jeremiah for the first time, was overwhelmed. The god in his heart was dethroned by the man before him.

Samantha was ready to cheer. Another day of being Yvette's fangirl. Who could handle this sudden moment? she thought.

Andrew, unsurprisingly, was the calmest. He was used to being the third wheel. What haven't I seen? Forget it... This is a first! You're amazing, Yvette!

Yvette was oblivious to the shock she caused. After the kiss, she effortlessly pushed Jeremiah aside.

"Slag female!" The words, "Isn't this just hit-and-run flirting?" flashed through Samantha, Andrew, and Charles' minds simultaneously.

Jeremiah chuckled dotingly at Yvette. She was born to keep him in line, and he'd long accepted it.

Yvette politely asked Andrew, "Why haven't you come over yet?"

"Coming!" Andrew happily scampered over.

Observing Yvette's inebriation, Charles thought, Two drinks and she's wasted? Unbelievable! Is the almighty Yvette a lightweight? This can't be true!

Andrew strutted over, waving nonchalantly at Samantha and Charles.

Jeremiah briskly approached Samantha and Charles. "Let's go inside," he said coldly.

Charles was surprised. He left Andrew alone with Yvette? This is strange. He turned to Samantha.

Samantha also wanted to leave; the danger escalated with each passing minute. She patted Charles. "Hurry up, if we don't leave now, it'll be too late, you know?"

Charles' suspicions deepened. He glanced at Yvette's impassive face and Andrew's grin. Resigned, he followed them inside.

The living room offered a clear view of the gazebo; the soundproofing was excellent.

For half an hour, Charles remained by the window, captivated by the unfolding scene. Yvette lifted Andrew, tossed him in the air, hung him on a branch, then made him do sloppy squats and push-ups. She fetched a vine and repeatedly struck his palm. When he tried to flee, she pulled him back.

This scene feels familiar, Charles thought.

From inside, he saw Andrew's confusion turn to pained grimace. He couldn't hear Andrew's yelling, but he could read his lips – he seemed to be reciting poetry. Andrew repeatedly looked towards the house, his expression pleading for help; he looked pitiful.

Looking at Jeremiah and Samantha calmly drinking coffee, Charles felt uneasy. Jeremiah is one thing, but Samantha is ruthless. That's her own brother! If Yvette keeps this up, Andrew might not survive.

He sat down, watching them. "So," he said hesitantly, "does Yvette always act like this when she's had too much? I don't think Andrew can hold out much longer."

Samantha glanced up, her expression unchanged. "No worries, as long as he's still breathing, it's fine. Come on, have some coffee."

Jeremiah looked towards the yard. Yvette's posture was, to him, endearingly mischievous.

Yvette sat cross-legged, fiddling with a vine stick, her chin resting on her hand, swinging her feet, and chatting with Andrew – possibly about geography, judging by her lip movements.

Charles turned to Jeremiah. "Jeremiah, shouldn't we help Andrew?"

Jeremiah's blue eyes curved into a smile. "Yvette hasn't had enough fun yet."