Babel Novel
Chapter 32
Felix calmly raised his head to look at me. I didn’t understand what he was doing. Heck, even the fruit in
my mouth tasted bland now.
“The heck are you looking at?” I asked.
“Where’s my fruit, Luna? Is this how you treat me?”
I was speechless.
Couldn’t he take some himself? Didn’t he have hands? Was he still expecting me to feed him like how used to? Sorry, but I decided never to treat him the same way again after he insulted me like I was a
piece of trash.
“Take it yourself. Why are you acting like you’re a guest here? You even know where all our passbooks
are in the house.”
I swore I meant nothing when I said those words. I was just bantering like usual with Felix.
But Lila’s expression changed immediately. There was some anger and some upset, but mostly, there
was envy.
“Is your family rich, Luna? Do you tell just anyone where your family keeps their passbooks? Aren’t you
worried something would happen?”
I shrugged nonchalantly. I was just giving an example to demonstrate how familiar Felix was with my house. As for our passbooks, if I had no idea where they were, Felix definitely wouldn’t either.
But Lilac’s questions really were peculiar. While she was wondering whether my family was actually rich, she was also questioning Felix’s personality.
I gave up. Lilac’s way of thinking was too strange.
“My dad’s a high school teacher, and my mom’s an interior designer. Their income is
etty decent. My family can’t be said to be rich, but we do live pretty decently. In my mother’s words, we fall somewhere in
the middle of the pack,” I said.
My words were truthful without any exaggeration. We were just chatting, after all.
But Lilac’s expression grew even uglier. She held onto Felix’s arm all meek–like and said softly. “It’s actually pretty nice not being rich. I heard that well–off families aren’t happy. There’s either sibling rivalry over i
inheritance or the parents‘ divorcing because of their bad relationship.”
Felix calmly raised his head to look at me. I didn’t understand what he was doing. Heck, even the fruit in my mouth tasted bland now.
“The heck are you looking at?” I asked.
“Where’s my fruit, Luna? Is this how you treat me?”
I was speechless.
Couldn’t he take some himself? Didn’t he have hands? Was he still expecting me to feed him like how I used to? Sorry, but I decided never to treat him the same way again after he insulted me like I was a
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“Take it yourself. Why are you acting like you’re a guest here? You even know where all our passbooks
are in the house.”
I swore I meant nothing when I said those words. I was just bantering like usual with Felix.
But Lilac’s expression changed immediately. There was some anger and some upset, but mostly, there
was envy.
“Is your family rich, Luna? Do you tell just anyone where your family keeps their passbooks? Aren’t you worried something would happen?”
I shrugged nonchalantly. I was just giving an example to demonstrate how familiar Felix was with my house. As for our passbooks, if I had no idea where they were, Felix definitely wouldn’t either.
But Lilac’s questions really were peculiar. While she was wondering whether my family was actually rich, she was also questioning Felix’s personality.
I gave up. Lilac’s way of thinking was too strange.
“My dad’s a high school teacher, and my mom’s an interior designer. Their income is pretty decent. My family can’t be said to be rich, but we do live pretty decently. In my mother’s words, we fall somewhere in the middle of the pack,” I said.
My words were truthful without any exaggeration. We were just chatting, after all.
“It’s
But Lilac’s expression grew even uglier. She held onto Felix’s arm all meek–like and said softly actually pretty nice not being rich. I heard that well–off families aren’t happy. There’s either sibling rivalry over inheritance or the parents‘ divorcing because of their bad relationship.”
Was she hinting that my parents were going to divorce soon?
I immediately grew upset hearing her words. Lilac was practically jinxing my family. It looked like Jade was right about her being conniving. It was pretty irritating.
Felix felt like Lilac’s words were off, too. He squeezed her hand. “Nonsense, Lili. Uncle Austin and Aunt Harper’s relationship is really strong.
Lilac rolled her eyes and used the opportunity to lay in Felix’s arms. She turned to look at me in a challenging manner. “That’s not what I meant. Don’t think ill of me.”
Her voice was soft and sweet. Her gentle embrace was met with Felix’s adoring gaze. He then kissed her on the lips. “Such a sweet girl.”
I wanted to kick them out of the house as I watched them put up this lovey–dovey act.
They should’ve gone home if they wanted to kiss. There was no need to visit me and put up such a show!
Lilac’s implied meaning was apparent. If someone as open–minded as me could understand what she was saying, there was no way Felix couldn’t. He was clearly pretending to be an idiot, all to defend Lilac.
That meant Lilac knew that with Felix around, I couldn’t do anything about her behavior. She was here to
pick a fight on purpose.
Yes, I hadn’t said much in the past two years primarily because I was too lazy to. But that didn’t mean ! was a pushover. I wasn’t going to just stand there while someone attacked me.
In the past, I had no choice when Felix pushed me around because I had a crush on him. But who was
she to come into my house and insult mes
Did she really think that Felix could protect her from all manner of harm?
I had never picked a fight, but that didn’t mean I was scared of them. If they came to my house to mess with me, then they shouldn’t blame me for not holding back.