Falling for a Lie, My Stepbrother’s Hidden Revenge. novel Chapter 77

Grace's lips twitched as she forced out a stiff smile that never reached her eyes. "I'm glad you like it, Sylvia."

"Oh, come now, why are you still calling her 'Sylvia'?" Victoria said with a mischievous smile. "Shouldn't you be calling her 'sister-in-law' by now?"

Grace opened her mouth, her face tense. "It's a difficult habit to break."

"Asher, try this grilled lamb," Sylvia said, spearing a perfectly cooked piece with her fork and offering it to him.

She was using the same fork she'd just eaten with.

Asher didn't seem to mind in the slightest, obediently accepting the morsel from Sylvia.

A cold light flashed in Grace's eyes as she clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white.

"Delicious," Asher said, his eyes crinkling with genuine pleasure.

Sylvia smiled back, her eyes forming happy crescents.

Grace's expression darkened considerably. With a grim face and cold tone, she said, "Brother, I'll go back to my table now."

Sylvia pretended not to notice Grace's thunderous expression and asked cheerfully: "Sister, would you like some lamb? I've just grilled it, and your brother says it's quite good."

"No, thank you," Grace replied coldly before turning away.

Sylvia and Victoria exchanged meaningful glances across the table, both smiling knowingly.

Charlotte suppressed a laugh, giving Sylvia a discreet thumbs-up.

Asher knew Sylvia had been deliberately putting on a show for Grace's benefit, and he had played along perfectly. Now that Grace had left, he still wanted to continue their affectionate display.

His eyes sparkled with amusement. "Via, I'd like to try those barbecued chicken wings. Would you feed me?"

Sylvia looked at him with amused exasperation. "If you want some, you can serve yourself."

"Are you serious, mate?" Sebastian laughed heartily. "Has being in love reduced you to needing to be spoon-fed? Is this really the Asher Blackwood we all know?"

Asher leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with good humor. "Jealous, are you? Why don't you ask your girlfriend to feed you? Oh wait—you don't have one, do you?"

Sebastian's laughter died instantly.

He clutched his chest dramatically. "Bloody hell, that's a bit below the belt! Is that any way to treat your oldest friend?"

Not to be outdone, Sebastian turned to Victoria. "Victoria, darling, feed your poor brother something. We can't let them win this."

Victoria stabbed a grilled sausage with unnecessary force and shoved it toward Sebastian's mouth. "Here, eat this and choke on it, why don't you?"

"Mmph!" Sebastian struggled to extract the sausage as Victoria continued to push it against his mouth with surprising strength.

The entire table erupted in laughter at their antics, the atmosphere warm and convivial.

Meanwhile, Grace was seething with rage.

Sylvia was flaunting her relationship right in her face.

The plastic fork in her hand snapped in two as Grace's eyes darkened with malice.

"Sylvia," she thought venomously, "let's see if you're still smiling after what comes next!"

After finishing their meal and resting briefly, everyone prepared to begin the hike.

Sebastian and Victoria took the lead, with James and Charlotte following closely behind. Drake, Grace and her friends came next in the line.

Sylvia and Asher brought up the rear.

Asher walked beside Sylvia, holding her hand the entire time.

"Via, it'll take about two hours to reach the viewing platform at the summit. Will you be alright?"

"Of course. I love hiking—experiencing nature is both relaxing and invigorating."

Asher knew Sylvia enjoyed outdoor activities. During university, she'd frequently gone hiking and rock climbing with her adventure society friends. He was simply concerned that she might be out of practice since she'd had fewer opportunities for outdoor activities after graduation.

Sylvia smiled. "I've conquered far higher and more treacherous mountains. I've climbed Mont Blanc and hiked through the Swiss Alps. South Downs is hardly a challenge."

"Certainly," Asher replied.

Grace's expression brightened at his agreement, her lips curving upward in satisfaction.

The next moment, however, Asher pulled out his mobile phone and began dialing. "I'll call someone to take you back down. If you're tired, you should head back early and rest."

Her smile froze instantly. Grace stared at him in disbelief. "Brother, you're sending me back down?"

Asher didn't even look up as he continued dialing. "Yes, aren't you tired?"

Grace panicked and hurriedly stopped him. "No need, no need! I've just had a brief rest and suddenly feel much better."

She swiftly shouldered her backpack again. "I'm truly fine now. Please don't make that call."

"Then let's continue," Asher said expressionlessly, pocketing his phone.

Sylvia watched the exchange with thinly veiled mockery dancing in her eyes.

She curved her lips into a smile and affectionately took Asher's arm. "Shall we continue, darling?"

Grace and Drake could only stare in silence.

Asher clearly enjoyed the endearment, so much that he couldn't suppress his smile as they walked on.

After walking for some time, the group came upon a small stream.

Asher carefully guided Sylvia across the stepping stones. "Careful, Via."

The final step required a larger stride to reach the bank, making it challenging for the women in the group. All the other women had needed assistance to cross.

Sylvia made it across with Asher's help, but as they reached the bank, they heard a startled cry from behind.

Sylvia turned to see Grace standing on a stepping stone in the middle of the stream, her face pale with alarm.

"Brother," she called out, "I can't make it across. Could you come help me?"