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I wiped the sweat off my face with a towel hanging around my neck. I was about to carry my basket full of mangoes when I noticed that Cain wasn’t around anymore.
Where did he go?
I closed my eyes and frowned.
Is heaven really testing me?
I carried my basket and was about to storm off when Tristan blocked my way.
“Let me help you.”
He gave me that sensual voice and killer smile he usually flashed to me in my previous life which he probably used on countless women to get what he wanted.
I used to love it, but now, it only felt like swarm of ants were biting my skin causing me uncontrollable goosebumps that I wanted to stomp and stomp and STOMP hard and BURN everything!
Even though I didn’t like it, but there was this something that aroused in me when I saw Tristan again.
I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it, and it bothers me.
I have to avoid this man.
I shook my head, signaling for ‘no, don’t bother me, go and die, you asshole’.
I didn’t even want to waste my saliva on him.
Tristan approached me and I immediately backed away, giving him a ferocious glare that I could master.
Tristan halted and tilted his head, looking all innocent.
In the past, I used to think that he was cute when he did that, but now, I just wanted to bump his head on a rock or put dynamites in his mouth to explode his head to smithereens.
I’m getting all creatively violent here.
Again that feeling.
What is it?
“I just don’t understand why you look at me like I’m your mortal enemy. Did we meet somewhere before?”
Again, I shook my head.
Why am I even wasting my time on him?
I was going to left him there when he blocked my way, yet again.
I go right, he goes right.
I go left, he goes left.
Alright, that’s it!
I was going to drop everything and punch his smirking face when my father saved his ass.
“Mr. Clark! There you are. I was looking for you.”
My father hurriedly walked towards us together with Cristy who was roaming her gaze, searching for something.
“Ah. Mr. Lee, sorry I got side-track. Your orchard is really beautiful.” Tristan shot me a winked before he turned to face my father.
“Yes. Thank you. I’m quite proud of it myself.” Then my father raised his head, staring passed me. “Cain, come down from there before you hurt yourself.”
I turned around, and true enough – the cold man was up a tree as he skillfully climbed back down before he leisurely strode towards us.
Was he been there the whole time?
Even Tristan was surprised.
“Now, come everyone. Snacks have been served. Mr. Clark, why don’t you stay for lunch?”
Tristan took a quick glanced at me and smiled. “If you don’t mind having us, then we would like to take up your offer.”
“Good. I still have some things to discuss with you about the plans that my wife wanted to change–”
My father strode ahead together with Tristan and Cristy, but not without the girl continually glancing behind us to take a peek at Cain.
“So, you were there all this time? Why didn’t you show yourself?” I hissed, being careful not to let the people in front hear what I was saying.
“I thought that I was going to see you punch the daylights out of him.” He teased with mirth in his eyes.
“Why do I want to punch him?” I asked innocently.
“Hmm…. you don’t? I thought that you do. Your body clearly wants to.”
Sometimes, I don’t understand how this man thinks.
I had long forgiven Tristan and that bitch. Thus, the way I was acting now was just to show my dislikes for them.
But something in me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, that what bothers me – like a nagging feeling.
I shrugged my shoulders and intertwined my fingers with Cain’s.
Shaking away Tristan and Cristy out of my system.
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