Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296 Hotter, Hunkier Man

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Chapter 296 Hotter, Hunkier Man

LUNA

“You were just a dare,” Joshua said.

you.

“Sorry, Luna. It was your fault. You should’ve known I wouldn’t like someone like However, our time together was fun.” He smirked. “We should do it sometime again.”

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There were snickers behind him. I lifted my chin and saw his friends standing in a loose half- circle behind the wall of our classroom’s building. I narrowed my eyes.

Were we in high school? Because this certainly felt like it.

We were supposed to be adults! We were already in our last year of college, but here they were, playing games that belonged to bored teenagers.

From the very beginning, I’d known something was off. Joshua Saint–pardon the name, because he wasn’t a saint at all–had approached me out of nowhere after we got partnered up for a Physics project. The irony still made me want to laugh. He called it teamwork. I called it babysitting.

I did all of the thinking from the equations to the graphs, up until the final report. Meanwhile, he merely smiled, flirted with me, and claimed he had “helped.”

I’d never been the kind of girl people noticed. I was usually more concerned with merely trying to exist than interacting with others.

So, when Joshua started walking me to class, sitting beside me during lectures, and buying me coffee with a bright smile, I hesitated. Maybe, for once, I wasn’t invisible.

He’d pursued me relentlessly for the past month. Fuck, I even told him about my dream of getting into astrophysics research someday. He’d listened attentively back then. Or at least, pretended to.

Now, standing in the middle of the campus with the wind teasing the edges of my hair, I felt nothing but a slow, tired ache.

“Okay,” I said finally, glancing down at my watch. My shift at the diner started soon. I was already going to be late because he held me back, and I couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

His eyes narrowed slightly, confusion seen in his eyes. “Okay?”

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“Yeah,” I said, raising my brows. “What do you want me to say?”

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He bit his lower lip, the same way he used to when pretending to be vulnerable. I was about to turn away when his hand shot out, wrapping around my wrist.

“That’s really all?” he demanded. “After everything I’ve shown you?”

I froze, then tilted my head, letting my gaze flick past him to the idiots still smirking behind his back. Then, I redirected my gaze to him.

It’s funny how fast attraction can evaporate when you see someone for what they truly are. He looked… tacky now. I straightened my shoulders, ignoring the way my heart hammered.

At times like this, I hated how short I was. It made me look smaller. But when our eyes met, his breath hitched just slightly.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked softly. “Cry?”

His jaw tightened.

“You’ve already made up your mind,” I continued. “You got what you wanted–a story to tell your friends, a dare completed. Congratulations.”

His fingers tightened on my wrist. “I hate that you wasted my time,” I said. “But I guess…. thanks for coming clean. I’m sure you and your friends have time to celebrate.”

And with that, I pulled my wrist free.

Then I waved at him with a small smile before finally walking away.

The laughter behind me blurred into the wind, fading into the background noise of traffic and the distant hum of my own heartbeat.

I scoffed as I got far enough that the school wasn’t in my vision anymore when I turned around.

Gosh. Did he want me to cry about his revelation?

I know I wouldn’t.

Things like that were already a daily part of my life. I’d gotten used to them, like background noise you eventually stop hearing.

I smiled faintly as I walked toward the diner, the cool afternoon air brushing against my cheeks. It had always been like this for me. When you’ve been let down enough times, you

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start to build a shield. You get used to it, like therapy sessions that stop working, or braces that dig into your gums until pain just becomes another routine.

Only, in my case, it wasn’t the kind of getting used to that makes you better. It was the kind that just made you… immune.

The chime above the door rang as I stepped into the diner. The familiar hum of chatter and the smell of grease and coffee bombarded my senses.

“Ugh, finally you’re here.”

The voice hit me before I even had time to breathe.

She stood behind the counter, arms crossed. “Mop the floors, will you?”

I bit my lip and forced a smile. “Sure, Princess.”

The irony wasn’t lost on me. That was really her name–Princess Lincoln. My stepsister. And true to it, she carried herself like the world should bow down every time she walked into a

room.

Her mother–my stepmother–was no different. Queenie Lincoln. Of course, that was her name. She stood near the cash register, laughing a little too loudly as she entertained a group of regulars. Her laughter stopped briefly when she saw me, and for a second, her smile faltered.

Then she glared. It was just a flash, but it was just enough to let me know she’d seen me come in late.

I pressed my lips together and looked away, walking toward the back room. I didn’t need to give her another reason to talk about how “ungrateful” I was.

The mop was in its usual place, leaning against the supply shelf. I grabbed it and set it down, exhaling softly.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” a voice said behind me.

I turned. Marceline or Marcel for short. I had called her Celine once, and it didn’t end on a good note. However, it was also the reason why we became friends today. It was one of the best mistakes I’ve made in my life because I considered her as my one and only person in this place.

She had her hair tucked neatly under a net, her apron slightly crooked, and her cheeks flushed from the rush. Her presence was the only thing that made this job tolerable.

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“Your sister and mom are here today,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

“I noticed,” I said quietly.

Marcel leaned against the lockers and sighed. “What happened? You’re late.”

I hesitated for a moment. “I got held back by Joshua Saint.”

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Her brows shot up. I had told her about Josha Saint’s attempt to flirt with me, and she was ecstatic about the idea and demanded updates every now and then. “What? Don’t tell me–did he finally ask you to be his girlfriend?”

I shook my head. “Nope,” I said as I grabbed my apron from my locker.

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