PopularNovelChapter 70 Everyone could tell Citrine really meant to leave this time, and a ripple of anxiety swept through the room.
"Citrine, wait-don't go yet." Sawyer suddenly stood up and blocked her path.
He looked at her and said, "I had the kitchen put together a whole spread of your favorite dishes tonight. It's been ages since we've all sat down as a family." By the end, a note of wounded pride crept into his voice.
Citrine paused.
She collected herself, then walked straight over to the empty seat beside Sawyer and sat down, never once sparing a glance for anyone else at the table.
Honestly, she hadn't eaten yet, and after all the trouble the Iversons went through to lure her here, she was curious to see what their real motive was.
Might as well watch a circus-she'd just sit back and let herself be entertained.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Here, Citrine, have sfish. I remember you loved it when you were little." Sawyer speared a piece and reached over, about to place it in her bowl.
But in the next instant, Citrine simply moved her bowl aside.
The piece of fish fell unceremoniously onto the table.
The rest of the Iversons were stunned by Citrine's blatant disregard.
Sawyer was used to being the final authority in the family; no one ever dared defy him. Especially Citrine-she'd always been the most obedient. No one expected her to push back.
"Citrine." Sawyer's voice was hurt, his gaze suddenly clouded with emotion.
"You must be mistaken, Mr. Iverson. Jeanette's the one who loves fish, not me." Citrine gave him a cool, dismissive smile, showing him no respect at all.
Sawyer forced an awkward chuckle and tried again, this toffering a sweet and sour rib. "Citrine, surely you'll like this-try a bite?" Citrine shielded her bowl with her hand, meeting his gaze with a faint, sardonic smile. "Mr. Iverson, have you forgotten? I've never eaten meat." Sawyer's hand froze midair. He racked his brain for what Citrine liked, but after a long, uncomfortable pause, realized all he could remember were Jeanette's preferences.
Defeated, he set the serving tongs down.
"All right, then. What do you want?" Citrine's tone grew impatient.
She couldn't be bothered to look at any of them anymore; her attention shifted to the food in front of her.
The food at this place was actually quite good, especially the vegetarian dishes. Citrine genuinely liked the flavors here-in her last life, she'd cto this restaurant often.
"It's nothing, really. I just thought it's been so long since we all got together." Sawyer, still carrying the guilt of having wronged Citrine in the past, spoke with a twinge of remorse.
How amusing.
Citrine couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"A family? That's almost disgusting," she said with a biting sarcasm.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Who are you calling disgusting?" Clifford jabbed a finger in her face, voice rising with anger.
"Citrine, what's with the attitude?" He barked at her, already brimming with resentment, and her words only stoked his fury.
"I'm not an Iverson," Citrine shot back coldly.
She continued, her tone razor-sharp: "I always took you for just a m simple-minded fool, but apparently you're deaf, too." "And you think you're not?" Clifford sneered, delighted to get in a jab of his own.
"Oh, I'm deaf, sure-but at least I'm not an idiot. Can't say the sfor someone else at this table. Citrine N.
didn't even sound angry; she smiled sweetly, each word landing like a slap. "You-!" Clifford was practically trembling with rage, but had no comeback.
Citrine, meanwhile, calmly ate her dinner, not even bothering to look up, as if Clifford's/outburst was nothing more than background noise. Clifford, on the other hand, was flushed with anger, teetering on the edge of losing control.
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