Ironically, when Felix showed his panic, his lips were still stained with Lilac's lipstick.

I never imagined I would see such a scene in my lifetime. At that moment, I was stunned and felt overwhelmingly sick.

Lilac nearly ruined Felix. However, he could still kiss her! What kind of demonic scene was that?

I was astonished when I saw that. Not because I had inappropriate feelings for Felix but because I thought he was shameful. He wasn't deserving of my, Colin's, or our two families' concerns.

He knew what disgusting things she had done, but he still had the mood to go on a date with her. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

If I had known that, I wouldn't have cared about him. It would be better to let him ruin himself than to contaminate my eyes.

Was he treating himself as trash? We had worked so hard to get him out of the abyss. How could he have ruined our goodwill like that?

Well, perhaps we didn't matter to him. None of us considered asking him to be grateful either, but wouldn't he feel ashamed for ruining himself like this?

"Lulu, what brought you here?" Felix wiped his lips with the back of his hand before looking at it. The bright red lipstick on his hand made it appear much more exaggerated.

I wasn't sure how to react, so I said expressionlessly, "I wanted to go to the rooftop. I didn't expect to run into you. Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

I had lost interest in going to the rooftop, so I turned around and headed back.

"Wait for me, Lulu. It's not as you think." His heavy, urgent steps trailed after me.

Based on my experience from the romance novels I had read, he might say, "Lulu, I can explain it."

I didn't want to listen to him, and I didn't have to.

I was getting more nauseous of him and was worried about throwing up here. I quickened my pace.

Others might interpret my reaction as a miserable escape, but I didn't care.

Felix was tall and had long legs. He soon rushed past me and stopped me. In addition to panic, he showed a bit of eagerness, depression, anger, or something else that I couldn't tell. I didn't know what he wanted to explain and why he wanted to do so.

Lilac had done terrible things, and he was the one who had received criticism. I assumed he was shameful because he didn't reject her hug and kiss.

I couldn't accept it since I believed Felix had no bottom line. I assumed he was shameless.

He didn't need to explain anything to me. I didn't want to squander my valuable time for him.

Despite his unchanging appearance, his outstanding self had decayed from the inside out.

What a pity. Time had whittled him into a pile of garbage. He deteriorated to the point where Lilac was able to entice him.

He wanted to explain when he caught up, but I didn't care about what he had to say. As long as he thought it was good and worthwhile, my opinion was meaningless.

It was also none of my business.

"Is there anything else?" I asked.

Felix reached out to grab my arm, but I moved aside to avoid him.

In the past, I avoided him to prevent rumors. Today, I avoided him because I thought he was foul. I felt overwhelmingly disgusted.

"Don't think of me wrongly," he emphasized while looking back at Lilac, who was still at the conference room door.

His eyes were covered with bottomless darkness. "Sometimes what you've seen isn't the truth."

I smiled lightly. So what if it wasn't the truth? It had nothing to do with me. I wouldn't take it to heart, let alone care about it.

Felix was an adult. He knew what should and shouldn't be done. His self-destruction was his own business.

He should shut up instead of explaining.

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