Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

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.

whether my family

gave up. Lilac’s way of thinking

a high school teacher, and my

said to be rich, but we do live pretty decently. In my mother’s words, we fall somewhere

of the

words were truthful without any exaggeration.

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

the parents‘ divorcing because of their

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head to look at me. I didn’t understand what he was doing. Heck, even the fruit in my mouth tasted

heck are you looking at?”

my fruit, Luna? Is this how you treat

I was speechless.

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

piece of trash.

you acting like you’re a guest here? You

are in the house.”

meant nothing when I said those words. I was just

was some anger

was envy.

where your family keeps their passbooks? Aren’t you

example to demonstrate how familiar Felix was with my house. As for our passbooks, if I had no idea where they

was wondering whether my family was actually rich, she

Lilac’s way of thinking

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

without any exaggeration. We were just

“It’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

she hinting that my parents were going to divorce