Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308 

“Can we talk?” Felix approached me, blocking the sunlight. 

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about. Get out of my way.” 

He didn’t seem to understand or care about my rejection. Instead, he grinned pleasantly, ” You’ve become wary.” 

In my impression, he had always been aloof and rarely smiled. Even if he did, he would only slightly raise his lips. Others wouldn’t notice it was a smile if they didn’t look closely. 

What happened to him? Why was he smiling so broadly? 

I was so irritated that I wanted to hit Felix to get him out of my sight. Of course, that was presuming I could fight him. 

“Please go straight to the point. I don’t have time to speak with you.” 

I wasn’t sure which word delighted him, but he smiled and wanted to pat my head, which I avoided. 

“Are your hands clean? Don’t touch me.” 

I expressed my disgust, but he didn’t care. He withdrew his hand, bowed slightly, and said sincerely, “I won’t delay you for long. I’d like to speak plainly with you.” 

Jade suddenly texted me that something had happened and she would arrive a bit later. Since I had to wait, I didn’t mind chatting with him. I also wanted to tell him to pay heed to his weird mother. 

“Okay, let’s talk. Choose a place.” 

We entered a cafe called “Forever Memories” nearby. 

At this time, there were only a few people in the cafe. The environment was quiet, and the music was flowing faintly. 

It was a great place to chat, but the person I had to speak with made me uncomfortable. 

He ordered coffee while I ordered a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The waiter soon served the drinks, and I immediately took a sip. 

He appeared thoughtful as he stared at the coffee’s foam art. He didn’t speak, and neither 

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did I. 

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I had plenty of time anyway. If Felix remained silent too long, I would leave when Jade arrived. 

After I drank half of the orange juice, he finally took the initiative to speak. 

I was not afraid of waiting out his silence. The past me, who often lost myself when I saw him, was long gone. I’d changed. 

“Lulu, if nothing happened at Thanksgiving that year, and there was no Lilac, would still like me? Would you have stayed with me and never left?” 

His words made my head buzz 

you 

What was he talking about? What was he trying to do? Did he wish to reminisce with me?