Leanna-Chapter 167: [Nagging Feeling]

[Leanna’s POV]

[Nagging Feeling]

*whew . . .

I wiped the sweat off my face with a towel hanging around my neck. I almost forgot what it felt like working in the farm under the scorching heat.

I loved the tropics for its abundant beaches and fruits but I hate the humidity. Especially at summer where the sun scorched my skin and the humidity was so high I showered with my sweat before even walking outside.

I was about to carry my basket full of mangoes when I noticed Cain wasn’t around anymore.

Where did he go?

When did he left my side?

"Hi."

I closed my eyes, frowning as I cursed in my head.

Is heaven really testing me? I thought and screamed at the heavens.

I carried my basket and stormed off, but Tristan blocked my way.

What’s wrong with this guy?

Did he really wanted to get punch on the face? Because that’s what he’d get for interfering with me.

"Let me help you," he said, flashing me that sensual voice and killer smile that he usually gave me in my previous life, which he probably used on countless women to get what he wanted.

I was an idiot for even believing that it was genuine and reserved only for me.

I used to love it, but now, it only felt like a swarm of ants was biting my skin that I wanted to stomp and stomp and STOMP hard and BURN everything!

I was getting violent at each second pass that he was near me. It was like he was triggering all my angry cells without even doing anything but just stood there and entered my line of sight. My blood was boiling even at the sight of his shadow. If I could, I wanted to burry him alive right now.

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 put my finger on it –– and it bothers me.

I have to avoid this man.

I didn’t want to do anything with him anymore. I never want to associate myself with him ever again.

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 and I hope he got the message.

But apparently not when he spoke.

"I insist."

Tristan approached me, and I backed away, giving him the most ferocious glare I could muster. I think it was working since he halted. But my happy thoughts were short-lived when he tilted his head to the side, 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 and explode his annoying face to smithereens.

Wow!

I’m getting all creatively violent here.

". . ."

. . . Again . . . that feeling.

What is it?

"I don’t understand why you’re looking at me like I’m your mortal enemy. Did we meet somewhere before?"

I shook my head, refusing to talk to him. Refusing to even gave him even a tiny itsy-bitsy-bit of attention. My eyes even refused to look at his annoying face.

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 prepared to drop everything and punch the dopey smile off his face when my father saved his ass.

"Mr. Clark! There you are. I was looking for you."

My father walked towards us together with Cristy, who was roaming her eyes, searching for something.

Or someone . . .

"Ah. Mr. Lee, sorry I got side-track. Your orchard is beautiful." Tristan shot me a winked before he faced my father.

YUCK!

"Yes. Thank you. I’m quite proud of it myself," my father said and beamed before raising his head, staring passed me. "Cain, come down there before you hurt yourself."

. . .

. . .

What?

I turned around, and true enough –– Cain was up a tree as he climbed back down with extreme ease before he took his time in approaching us.

Was he there the whole time?

Even Tristan was surprised.

"Now, come, everyone. Snacks have been served." My father waved his hand, gesturing for us to follow him. "Mr. Clark, why don’t you stay for lunch?"

What? NO!

Tristan took a quick glanced my way 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 my wife wanted to change . . ."

My father strode ahead together with Tristan and Cristy, but not before the latter threw another peek at Cain.

"So, you were there all this time? Why didn’t you show yourself?" I said, voice low, being careful not to let the people in front hear what I was saying.

"I thought 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, laughing a bit with no humor.

"Hmm . . . you don’t? I thought you do. Your body clearly wants to."

My body?

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 to show my dislikes for them.

But something in me which I couldn’t quite put my finger on . . . that what bothers me . . . like a nagging feeling.

I shook it away with a shrugged of my shoulders and intertwined my fingers with Cain’s.

It didn’t matter. Tristan was already in the past. One that I’ve forgotten and no longer cared about.

No point in wasting my time and energy on him for this would be the last time we would cross paths.

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