Chapter 142. The Bitter Taste of Solitude and Inferiority

Nectar POV

SOME HOURS AGO.

Standing by the couch as aunt Mellow meets Blank, what goes through my mind is the probability of the latter coming here based on aunt Mellow calling him.

How did their mind contact work? Is it that this same mind contact does not work for he and I? Because I had been wishing he would come after me since I left his house some hours ago, yet he did nothing.

As I watch them hugging, mom comes to me and presses a hand into my shoulder, whispering from behind me. “Don’t take it to heart, Nectar, it’s just friendship reunion.”

My brows crease into a frown. It’s quite cringing to see mom and dad acting like cool parents all of a sudden when they would usually scold me whenever I go overboard, like in this case.

For some reason, I w