At that instant, his earlier laziness vanished. Jason straightened his back and asked with a solemn expression, “Zoey, did you hear what I just said?”
I nodded. “I heard you clearly.”
In the past, whenever he said something like this, I would pout, act playful, and beg him not to bring it up again.
But now, my emotions were as calm as still water, as if I were merely a spectator watching a scene unfold, untouched and unmoved.
“Zoey, you...”
Before he could finish, my brother Yves returned from stepping outside. He entered with a teasing grin. “Guess who I just saw outside?”
Without waiting for a response, Yves continued, “I saw your ex-girlfriend. She seems drunk and was being helped into another lounge—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Jason shot up from his seat and strode out of the room. Moments later, the sound of commotion and shattering glass echoed from the hallway.
I remained in my seat, unfazed, casually eating the peeled tangerines from the fruit platter.
Jason liked fruit but hated peeling it. Every time, I would carefully peel it for him and place it in front of him, and only then would he take a few bites.