Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 678

Natalie’s eyes grew colder when she heard Emilia’s words.

As if the powerful punch she just tried to deliver landed on soft cotton, she felt an inexplicable sense of anger and annoyance.

The room was dead silent for a few seconds. Then, Natalie took a deep breath and sat down across from her, abandoning the idea of a verbal fight.

Emilia let out a breath of relief in secret when she saw Natalie sitting down because it meant that she was willing to talk, and there was still hope if she wanted to talk.

Her expression eased a little at the thought of that, and she asked, “Sister, what kind of tea do you want to drink?”

“Whatever,” Natalie said plainly. Her attitude was nonchalant.

Emilia did not mind her tone. She had learned the proper ways to go about a tea ceremony before, so she employed her skills here and brew a pot of Pu’er tea.

The fragrance of the tea permeated the entire room once it was brewed.

She reached out with her long fingers and poured two cups of tea for each of them. Then, she made an inviting gesture.

“Sister, please try it.”

This was a part of the etiquette of a tea ceremony, so Natalie did not refuse the invitation.

She was not worried that Emilia would poison the tea. In addition to that, the fragrance of the tea imbued the entire room, and it smelled wonderful. She picked her cup of tea up and took a sip.

Emilia’s gaze was fixed on her every move. She asked in a hopeful tone, “Sister, how does it taste? Did you notice any difference in my skills years ago?”

Natalie’s fingers caressed the edge of the cup. She said absentmindedly, “Do you know what’s the most important component about enjoying tea?”

Emilia’s mind went blank as she ruminated on that question for a while. “A peaceful state of mind?” she guessed.

“No.” Natalie put her cup down, folded her arms on the table, and stared at her quietly.

There was a small and amiable smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with indifference and ridicule.

“It’s people.”

“People?” Emilia was a little perplexed.

Natalie said, “Yes, it boils down to the person who brews the tea. If it’s the right person, I’ll think it’s the most delicious tea in the world no matter what they make. If it’s the wrong person, I can’t help but detest it even if she’s gone through heaven and hell to get the tea made. Don’t you think so?”

Emilia’s face turned as pale as a sheet of paper the moment Natalie stopped speaking. Her whole body was racked with tremors, and she looked incredibly fragile right now.

She shook her head and tried to push back the tears that were threatening to fall. “Sister, you may be telling the truth, but that’s not what I think at all. It’s been so many years. Why can’t you forgive me?”

“Forgive you?” Natalie looked at her as if she just told her the biggest joke ever. “You’re one to talk about forgiveness. Do you think you deserve to talk about forgiveness with me when you have done what you did that year and came back out of nowhere?” she sneered.

Her forceful and venomous words startled Emilia terribly.

Excruciating memories from the past rushed into her mind then, and the rims of her eyes grew red. She shook her head and sobbed, “Sister, you misunderstood me. I didn’t mean what I did that year. I admit I was too young to know what I was doing. I did like Brother Xavier, but I really didn't know that you two were engaged.

“Although I was adopted by the Wright family, I had been living outside for the past couple of years and didn’t even know that you were together. If I had known, I wouldn't have even fancied him.”