Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 308

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Chapter 308 Call Him

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The laughter from Princess‘ table echoed through the cafeteria, filling the large space. If I weren’t starving, I would have headed straight to our classroom. However, the monsters in my stomach were much fiercer than the monsters on Princess’s table.

“So where is he?” Princess‘ voice carried easily over the noise. She leaned forward. “If you’re really together, Luna, your boyfriend should be willing to come here for you. Isn’t that how it works?”

“He’s not from here,” I said, keeping my tone even. “He’s from Fenra.”

That was true, at least. It was also the only truth I could afford to share.

“Fenra?” One of her friends gasped sarcastically. “Wow. How convenient.”

Their laughter followed like a chorus.

“It’s not like that. He’s just-”

“Busy?” one girl interrupted, leaning on her palm with a grin. “Sure, Luna. Super busy. Probably too busy being imaginary.”

Princess laughed. “You know what? I’ll believe you when I see him. Until then, I guess we’ll just assume you’ve been writing love letters to yourself.”

“Or to Joshua,” another friend whispered, and they all broke into fresh giggles.

I stared at my tray, the food suddenly appearing unappetizing. “He is real,” I insisted, not wanting to back down.

“Call him then,” Princess challenged with a smirk. “If he’s real, call him.”

“No,” I said.

“Oh, why not?” Her eyes gleamed, hungry for a scene. “Afraid he won’t pick up?”

“He’s busy,” I repeated. “And he wouldn’t want to prove himself to the likes of you.”

Their laughter trailed off as they finally lost interest, going back to being their shallow selves. I exhaled slowly, feeling someone staring at me. It was Joshua, and he was wearing a frown, looking away when our eyes met momentarily.

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Gosh, how could the man who pursued me relentlessly for a month suddenly appear like that? It wasn’t like I still had some lingering feelings. After spending one night with Abel, I realized Joshua Saint was nothing but a little shrimp in this world.

Marcel stayed quiet for a while before she asked, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, popping a piece of limp broccoli into my mouth. “Yeah. I’m just tired.”

She tilted her head. “So…” she began, hesitating, “is it true?”

“What do you mean?”

Her lips pressed together. “You said his name so easily. Abel. You never mentioned anyone like that before.”

I looked down at my hands. “He exists.”

She smiled, relief seen in her expression. “Well, that’s something. Abel’s a hot name, though.”

“It is,” I admitted before I could stop myself.

Her eyes widened a little. “So, are you together? Or at least, you’re getting to know each other?”

I stared at the table for a long time, tracing invisible shapes against the surface with my fingertip. “No,” I finally said, a quiet chuckle escaping me as I rubbed the back of my neck. “We’re not together.”

Marcel hit my shoulder–not hard, but enough to make me jolt. “Why did you tell them then?” she whisper–shouted.

I rubbed the spot she’d hit. “So they’d leave me alone,” I muttered.

She gave me a look that said “seriously?” before glancing toward Princess’s table. The group was still laughing, glancing in our direction from time to time, Marcel’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It seems to have had the opposite effect,” she said dryly.

“I know,” I sighed, slumping into my seat. “I could never win with that bunch.”

The truth was, I should’ve known better. Princess never let anything go–especially if it meant making someone else’s life miserable.

“So what are you planning to do?” Marcel asked.

“Nothing,” I said quietly. “It’ll die down.”

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She frowned. “Will it, though?”

I didn’t answer.

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“They’ll continue teasing you about it,” Marcel said after a while, sighing. “You know they will.”

“What can I do?” I asked. “Even if I deny it, they’ll turn it into something worse. That’s what they do.”

Marcel leaned back, crossing her arms. “Maybe…” she said, dragging out the word, “you could tell that Abel guy.”

My head snapped toward her. “No way,” I blurted.

“Why not?” she asked, feigning innocence.

Because the idea of calling Abel–of him finding out what I’d said–sent a strange chill down my spine. He even told me not to remember his name.

“I don’t know much about him,” I admitted. “But I don’t think he’d react well if he knew what I’d done.”

Marcel tilted her head. “I think he’ll understand if you tell him your situation, though.”

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a weak laugh. “Tell that to the man who looked like he could kill someone with a stare.”

She groaned and slumped forward, resting her chin on her hand. “I can’t stand it, though. I hate how they’re teasing you. It’s infuriating.””

“I know,” I said softly. “Trust me, it is.”

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