Emanuel’s P.O.V.
“You are only 18, okay. You don’t need to be an iceberg. You will never get a girlfriend with this face, let alone a wife in the future,” my cousin from my mother’s side, Nicholas Blackwood chided, but I didn’t pay attention to him.
“Your school is filled with beauties and yet your are still a saint. Come on, boy. Enjoy your life for a bit. You have your whole life to freeze people around you with your iceberg attitude.” He continued, and I felt a headache.
“If you don’t speak, no one will take you as mute, Nick. I need a rest,” I scolded him, and he immediately showed an expression of hurt.
So much for a Blackwood heir.
He was five years older than me, but sometimes, I really doubt about his real age.
If it weren’t for his degrees and achievements, he could have pas
