Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 35

The second he called me that, my face twisted in disgust.

How could the same name sound so different depending on who said it?

Dean calling me sounded way better.

“Kindly call me Lilith from now on,” I said coldly, not bothering to hide the disdain in my eyes.

A flicker of darkness passed across his face, but it vanished just as quickly.

“I know this isn’t the real you,” he began slowly. “Someone must’ve misled you… lied to you with ill intent.”

Oh? I glanced at Dean beside me. Was that a jab at him?

Too bad I couldn’t read his expression. He was dutifully playing the role of an invisible bystander, with his eyes closed and one arm casually stretched along the back of my seat in a subtly protective manner.

So it wasn’t just Brandon ignoring him–he was ignoring Brandon too.

Ugh, that was no fun.

I’d hoped to see how these estranged half–brothers would react face to face.

With nothing to see, I turned back to Brandon, arching a brow. “Misled? Lied to?”

“Which part are you referring to, exactly?”

“The part where you cheated with Claire?” My voice was flat. “Or the part where you got her pregnant and then, had the baby aborted?”

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His mouth straightened into a tight line.

I stood up. “The fact that you think I’ve ‘changed‘ is insulting. You’re basically calling the girl who I used to be all those years a fool.”

Even saying another word to him felt like a waste of breath, so I looked to Dean. “Let’s go. This conversation is over.”

Only then did he open his eyes.

“You’re really going to throw everything away because of him?!” Brandon

jabbed a finger at Dean, still seated and calm.

that common in high society? So stop acting like it’s such. But so wharddenly shouted, jumping to his feet. He

CS, I cheated.

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Everyone makes mistakes. Besides, isn’t

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Smack.

My hand connected with his cheek before he could finish. The sound echoed through the empty café.

While he was still dumfounded, a thin line of blood formed at the corner of his mouth.

Then I sneered at him. “You should really take a look at how ugly you look and sound right now.”

“In fact-” I looked around, gesturing to the empty tables. “You should be grateful no one else is here to record this.”

“I can already imagine the captions: Cheating heir justifies affair, pregnancy, and abortion, showing zero remorse.”

“You’d have gone compelely viral as the new face of Emerald City.”

His face twisted in rage, and his arm jerked upward as if to strike me….

But a fist slammed into his face before he could succeed and knocked him back into his seat.

My eyes flew to the silver–haired figure standing beside me.

“Dean?” I blinked, stunned.

Despite the wild and unrestrained aura he carried himself with, I’d come to know him as calm and controlled.

Gentle even.

Yet, he’d just punched someone?

“You… what are you doing?” I asked dumbly.

Dean pocketed his hand and replied coolly, “What else? Just taking out the trash.”

“You dare hit me?” Brandon growled from his seat, his voice rendered unclear by his swollen jaw.

Dean didn’t even glance at him. He reached for my hand and said lightly, “We should leave before the trash starts to

stink.”

Damn. That was brutal.

I pressed my lips together, trying not to smile as he led me toward the door.

Brandon’s roar followed us. “You really think they’ll let him be your fiance?! Keep dreaming! He’s nothing but an unwanted son–the Scotts will never

% him!”

I was about to keep walking, but his words made me pause, especially remembering what Dean had told me back in the study.

I turned, slowly.

“Then why

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