NovelUSAChapter 478 Citrine hadn't expected to run into these two. Ignoring Sawyer, she turned to them and said, "Alright, let's go.' "Okay, let's go," her daughter echoed, and Hilda didn't spare Sawyer another glance.
Once they'd left, Sawyer was the only one standing at the school gates. He touched the red mark on his cheek, staring after Citrine's retreating figure in silence. He didn't move until she had completely disappeared from sight, at which point he trudged away, defeated.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs they left the school, Citrine spotted Hilda's car parked nearby. Clearly, they had witnessed what had just happened. She pretended not to notice and didn't say a word about it.
After a while, Citrine finally broke the silence. "Have you two had lunch yet?" At almost the exact smoment, both faces lit up with delight. In perfect unison, they replied, "No." Citrine considered her schedule for the afternoon and said earnestly, "I've got classes later, so I probably won't have tto take you out for a proper meal. How about we just eat in the cafeteria? My treat." They both agreed without hesitation. "Sounds good." Just then, something occurred to Wade that he'd completely overlooked. He glanced at Citrine for a long moment before finally blurting out, "You never asked about our relationship. You saw us together, but you didn't seem curious at all. Does that mean you already know how we're connected?" Hilda shot Citrine an expectant look, clearly interested in her answer.
Citrine nodded calmly. "Yes, I know. You two are aunt and nephew." Wade's jaw dropped, and he clapped a hand over his mouth in shock. "No way, how did you figure that out? You're a genius!" He barely finished before Hilda gave him a sharp smack on the head, exasperated by her nephew's cluelessness. Why, of all people, did she have to be related to this blockhead? Worried her daughter might feel awkward, Hilda was about to change the subject when Citrine spoke up. "I did sresearch on the Saunders family a while back," Citrine said, her tone casual and unbothered.
Wade immediately realized how ridiculous his question had been and looked at her sheepishly.
Citrine caught the embarrassed look in his eyes and smiled. "It's fine. The Saunders family did their homework on me, too, didn't they?" Hilda answered right away, "Yes... yes, we did." Citrine offered her a polite smile, then turned to Wade. "You probably don't know my nyet. I'm Citrine Carmichael." "Citrine," de repeated quietly. His missing sister had the sSo it wasn't just a colle all she really was the A few minutes later, Citrine led them into the Crestwood University cafeteria. The place was famous for its delicious food and affordable prices.
She scanned the QR code on the table and handed her phone to Hilda. "Order whatever you'd like-it's on me." As the other two browsed the menu, someone suddenly called out to Citrine.
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A middle-aged man in a leather jacket, genial and warm-faced m approached. When he saw Citrine, his eyes lit up with obvious joy.
Not everyone shared his enthusiasm. Citrine's heart sank, and foram moment she wished she could crawl under the table. "Professor Smith." There was no escape, so she greeted him with forced cheer.
Professor Smith was one of those people who acted like an old friend from the start. He plopped down right beside her and squinted at her with a wide grin. "Citrine, I've got a meeting this afternoon. Could you help supervise that hopeless bunch for me?" Worried she might refuse, he quickly added, "Please, Citrine, I'm begging you."
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