The Day I Presented, My Cold Brother Lost Control

Elara Harwood never dared to hold anyone's gaze for too long. She was a child born of her father's secret affair, so whenever people mentioned her, they would always pause first, then add a meaningful "Oh." In the entire Harwood household, only one person never gossiped behind her back—her half-brother, Damian Harwood. But this wasn't kindness; it was pure indifference. He looked at her the same way he would at an unoccupied mahogany chair in the living room. And it was precisely this unfettered coldness that made Elara feel at ease, so much so that she often, without any sense of propriety, clung to him. He would always prepare her birthday presents on time every year, yet he never handed them to her himself. Until Elara Harwood was twenty...