Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 

Colin’s steady footsteps drew closer, but I dared not turn around. 

The desire to know the answer to that question intensified once again. 

“Colin, is that woman my future sister–in–law? She’s quite pretty. Congratulations. I really have something to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first.” 

As I spoke, I didn’t even realize that my voice was choked with tears. 

It wasn’t until I had walked quite a distance away that I felt a cool sensation on my face. Upon wiping it with my hand, I realized I had been crying. 

Had Colin’s absence affected me so much to the point of crying? 

Finally stumbling back to the apartment building, my head was pounding even more. 

Lilac was standing at the entrance like a doorkeeper. As soon as she saw me, flames of anger seemed to surge in her eyes. It was as if she wanted to tear me apart and devour me alive. 

I sighed helplessly. 

It seemed like trouble followed wherever I went. 

I wasn’t afraid because I felt guilty but because I was tired of unnecessary arguments and conflicts. 

Unfortunately, now that she had shown up, I had to face the situation no matter how much it annoyed me. 

Besides, I had always been honest with nothing to hide. Why should I be afraid? 

“Luna, I trusted you so much. You claimed to be innocent, but then you turned around and held hands with someone else’s boyfriend, flaunting your affection. Where’s your pride?” 

Before I could even respond, Lilac’s sharp and sarcastic words pierced through me like 

arrows. 

I really should be thankful that she asked about my pride instead of accusing me of being shameless. 

The contrast between her gentle demeanor and her venomous words was striking. 

I had intended to explain the situation politely, reassuring her that there was nothing going on between me and Felix. She had misunderstood us. 

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But with my low spirits, the frustration of being misunderstood, the exhaustion from busy days, and Lilac’s unfounded accusations, my patience had reached its limit. I finally erupted. 

At that moment, I failed to realize that the emotional turmoil I was experiencing was only a fraction of the blow that person had dealt me. 

“Lilac, mind your words. I’ve never done anything wrong, so there’s no need for you to accuse me like this. If you want to know the truth, you should ask Felix. And please watch your language. If you keep this up, don’t blame me for being rude.” 

Lilac was rude, and I was angry, so my expression turned cold. 

If it weren’t for my desire to maintain the image of an artist and the good manners instilled in me by my parents since childhood, I would’ve loved to slap Lilac across the face. I wanted to let out all the grievances I had accumulated over the years. 

But I wasn’t her, and I couldn’t behave recklessly like her.