Leave Me Alone, Big Brothers! [BL] Chapter 47: You Hit Me?

"Call Franc, I don’t want to sound like a spoiled child," Franc said with a smirk on his lips. Nathan felt the boy had been born with that ugly smirk.

Amanda chid in, "He’s always like that, he doesn’t like being pretentious. That’s why all the teachers at school like him," she said proudly. "You two will definitely get along quickly," the woman added.

Nathan wanted to scoff, but he held himself back.

Alexander encouraged him to talk to his other cousins. anwhile, he and the adults talked about how the event was about to begin.

Usually, they would play a little ga, then eat, chat, and then eat again while chatting.

Nathan was bored. So of the cousins he was introduced to were still children. Unlike the children at the orphanage, they looked like beautiful and handso monsters dressed in luxurious clothes. Just looking at them made Nathan uncomfortable.

Nael ca and patted him on the shoulder with a big smile. He brought several children behind him.

"Nathan, look, they want to et you too," Nael said, introducing the children who were under ten years old. The boy was very skilled at winning children’s hearts.

anwhile, Nathan only ward up to children after he got to know them well. Because he’d had bad experiences, he learned not to casually touch or talk to other people’s children. For that reason, he was careful.

Among his unfriendly-looking cousins, there were also sweet and pleasant ones. The children greeted him politely and spoke gently. He wondered if they had been taught manners since they were in the womb.

The children even asked him many questions, as if they were obliged to make him feel comfortable there.

Nathan couldn’t help but smile. Nael, who saw his twin looking comfortable, was also happy.

A loud and enthusiastic male voice echoed from the center of the room.

Nael tugged his sleeve. "They’re going to play gas, co on!"

Nathan brushed his twin’s hand away, choosing to stay on the sidelines. He didn’t like crowds. The situation made him tired. He looked around and saw Malvin and Lucas with their cousins of the sa age. Lucas was seen joking and laughing several tis.

Leo was nowhere to be seen.

Roger was with several people, but when he looked in his direction, the man caught his eyes, making Nathan imdiately look away.

Alexander also glanced at him occasionally. It made him uncomfortable, as if they were worried about his social skills, which were indeed bad.

Everyone seed focused on the ga, which looked very exciting. And sohow, Nathan ended up on the balcony.

He took a deep breath, staring at the hotel building in front of him, which looked magnificent under the lights. In the middle of the courtyard separating the ballroom and the hotel was a beautiful giant Christmas tree, covered in snow.

Nathan was lost in his own thoughts, still unable to believe how he had ended up there. It felt like just yesterday he had returned to the orphanage dejectedly, wondering how to get money to buy a book.

In the midst of his reverie, Nathan felt a tap on his shoulder and imdiately turned around.

Nael.

"Why are you here? Co inside!" exclaid the boy.

Nathan imdiately shook his head. "No, you go."

"Oh, co on, Grandpa will introduce you to the whole family in a minute, co back in!"

Nathan refused. Inside was still noisy with gas. At the sa ti, Franc appeared, walking toward them, which instantly ruined Nathan’s mood.

Nael didn’t seem happy. He greeted Franc briefly before ignoring him and trying to persuade Nathan again.

Franc stood at the edge of the balcony, looking toward the courtyard. "You enjoy this kind of view?" he asked.

Nathan turned, frowning.

"I’m sure life at the orphanage was hard. I heard you were abandoned because you brought bad luck to our family," Franc continued.

Nael snorted. "Don’t talk nonsense! He didn’t bring bad luck!"

Franc smiled annoyingly, looking at Nael and then at Nathan. "Whatever, welco back! You get to enjoy the Salazar wealth now."

Nathan took a breath and stared sharply at Franc. "I thought my brother was annoying, but it turns out there are people who are much worse."

Franc fell silent and stared back.

Nathan leaned against the balcony railing. "You really that proud to be born into a rich family?"

"Of course, who wouldn’t be? You must’ve bowed down the mont you found out you were a Salazar, right?"

Nathan chuckled. "You just called a bad luck, but on the other hand, you’re proud to be a Salazar. Don’t you know that if I hadn’t been abandoned, you would probably be ashes by now?"

Franc frowned. "What?"

"Look at you, you cling to rumors, but you don’t know anything. You’re just a loudmouth who thinks he’s great at calling other people nas," Nathan said, his blood beginning to boil.

"Listen, I know you don’t have enough space in that tiny brain to process this, but rember this: it’s your family that’s unlucky. You always have to sacrifice innocent children to break your so-called curse," Nathan continued.

Nathan saw Franc’s smug expression turn as red as his hair. He grinned, making the boy even more heated.

Of all things, Franc was offended when Nathan indirectly called him stupid. He stepped forward, his body taller than Nathan’s but lanky and thin.

"Watch your mouth," Franc said, looking very serious this ti.

Nathan straightened up, looking up at him. "Or what?" he challenged.

Franc stared without blinking, his hands clenched tightly. Suddenly, he grabbed Nathan’s collar. "You—"

Nathan snorted, yanked Franc’s hand away, stepped back, and threw a solid punch to Franc’s cheek.

Nael gasped.

Franc was too shocked to react. In his entire life, he had never been hit. No one dared to fight him. He never expected Nathan to hit him.

He staggered and fell to the floor. Nathan’s punch was no joke, not a warning, but a real punch!

Franc tasted blood on his lips. He stared at Nathan, breathing heavily.

"You hit ?"