Chapter 815 Ray Got The Picture (1/2)

”Yeah, of course. You aren't him. You two are quite different from each other,”

she answered with a laugh. It was obvious that she didn't get the underlying meaning from what Tyron had just said. Just then, their orders came. The server put down two plates and two cups of macchiato onto the table.

Narrowing his eyes at Emily, Tyron slowly pushed the chocolate mousse towards Emily. ”Tell me then,” he started. ”What's the difference between me and him? If I remember correctly, you've said before that Sean and I look kind of similar or something like that.”

”Uh-huh. In fact, if the two of you stood side by side with your backs toward me, I wouldn't be able to tell who was who. Aside from that, there's really nothing much similar between you two.” Before taking a sip at her macchiato, Emily looked up at Tyron with a sweet smile.

After being around with Tyron for some time now, she did have a feeling that he was not like Sean as she initially thought. However, she could see some traces of Sean from Tyron's back figure.

”I think the biggest difference between you and Sean, in terms of appearance, is that he looks more mature than you do. You look so much younger,” Emily added, tilting her head slightly as she tried to remember how Sean looked like exactly.

To her, Sean was an elder brother who was kind and nice that she could trust. On the other hand, Tyron was more like a genial friend since he was almost the same age as she was.

”Younger?” scoffed Tyron, unsatisfied with Emily's explanation. ”Do you mean that I am childish?” he asked as he pushed up his spectacles.

Clasping his hand over the table, Tyron looked intently at Emily, waiting for her answer. His eyes gleamed faintly under the lenses. He acted like an unhappy, little fox, which made Emily shocked. Then she hurriedly put down her drink to defend herself.

”No, of course not. You misunderstood me. What I meant was you look.... well... more...”

After a long pause, Emily still couldn't find a proper word to express what she was trying to say. Then she found that the more she tried to explain, the harder it became, so she was so anxious that her face reddened all of a sudden.

”What? More what?” Tyron pressed, leaning forward. A dazzling smile flashed on his face. It was quite enjoyable for him to watch Emily in such an embarrassed situation.

He knew then what Emily was trying to say, and so he understood that she was having some trouble wording out her thoughts.

”Fine. I didn't mean it that way. If you don'