Leanna Book 4

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Chapter 21: Lunch


So, Cain, right? What are you doing for a living, Cain? Tristan asked, hiding the mockery in his tone with a serious face.


We were eating lunch together with my parents and the twins. It didnt escape my notice that Tristan was taking occasional glances at me much to my annoyance. I think the twins and my parents noticed this too since my brothers now have a new recipient of their dagger eyes while my father and mother took it nonchalantly.


On the other hand, Cain surprised me when he just served me food with an unusual calmness on his face. Usually, the temperature should be dropping a few degrees by now.


I confirmed that I was a naive and idiotic girl in my past life, looking at Tristan now.


Hes clearly a womanizer!

I knew he and Cristy must have something going on from the way their body intimately touched from then and now. That was beyond personal space!


This guy will fuck anything with white skin, breasts, and vagina.


Oh, Cains a merchant, arent you dear? my mother was the one who answered while she passed dishes after dishes around us.


Really? Tristans eyes widened with interest.


He could get an Oscar for that.


Yes. He sells stuff,” my mother added.


At the corner of my eye, Cain shot me an amused smirk. I pretended not to notice as I continued eating my food while emanating an I was too lazy to tell them kind of air.


My parents did ask what Cain does for a living back in my condo in New Haven when I was still injured. Since it was a pain to tell them of what he does, and even I dont have a clear picture of how vast the Fays family business empire is.


He was in charge and the sole heir to the familys business, which includes, but not limited to, hotels, restaurants, real estate, jewelry, clothes, mines, oils, trading ports, and all others I didnt know of.


Hes a merchant.” To make it short.


Oh. What does he sell? My mother shrugged her shoulders while my father resumed reading his newspaper.


Oh . . . you know . . . stuffs. Foods, clothes, jewelry, and all that,” I answered without care.


As long as he has a job, dear.”


I think my mother misunderstood, but whatever.


My parents didnt have any inkling on how wealthy Cain was. They thought at that time, he would just rent a private plane to impress them, not knowing he owned not one but . . . Im probably sure its not just one.


I think only the twins knew how wealthy Cain was since they were the only ones who set foot inside his luxurious penthouse aside from me and Cains family.


But they were not about to tell my parents that anytime soon.


As do I.


What kind of stuff? Tristan urged which Cain obliged.


Foods, clothes, jewelry, and all that.”


I almost choke when I heard him say exactly what I said to my parents.


Does he have ears everywhere?


Really. Do you have your wares with you now? Maybe something will catch my fancy.”


Even though Tristans voice was even, everyone still heard the smugness in his tone, and my brows furrowed even deeper.


What does he take Cain for? A peddling merchant?


I peeped at my lover. At first glance, many would think that he was rich from the way he carried himself even if he wore a simple buttoned shirt and pants.

I looked at Tristan. Like always, the man was fully equipped with his expensive Armani shirt down to his pants and designer shoes with his flaunty million-dollar watch.


Equipped to seduce women, I bet.


Doesnt he know who Cain Fay is?


 . . . Well, no one did.


Not even my family.


Most didnt even know what Cain look like in his country what was more in this small nation in a small province?


Cain replied a short, No, I didnt bring it. A hassle,” as he continued to serve me food and ignored Tristan altogether.


The corner of my eye twitched. Why is he playing along?


Thats too bad. Im a rich customer,” Tristan said with a joking voice which no one laughed.


You know, there is something satisfying about this.


Watching a fool making a fool out of himself.


What about you . . . er . . . Cristy, right? You still look young. Are you already an architect? My mother finally noticed the pretty girl who was eating her food in silence at the side.


No.” Cristy flashed a smile that I was too familiar with. “Im working at Clarks at the moment for extra cash. Im still a first-year majoring in architecture.”


Really. A working student. That must be hard.” My mother stared at her with eyes full of pity while Christy just smiled.




Cristy might be a backstabbing bitch, but she aint poor.


Im sure shes Tristans whore.


I didnt know how they met, nor I was interested in knowing. But even in my past life and now, they were perfect for each other.


A backstabbing bitch and a womanizing cheater!


. . . There it was again! That nagging feeling.


I wonder what it is?

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