The World Above

Chapter 29: The Truth

Haven's Pov

I wake up at the sound of distant laughter. I blink to make myself familiar with my surroundings. I seem to be nestled in a luxurious bed, the soft embrace of silk sheets cocooning my form. I realize I am still at Felix's house.

My mind drifts back to the events of the previous night,and a whirlwind of conflicting emotions threatens to engulf me. The memory of Felix's confession hangs heavy in the air, his words echoing in the recesses of my mind.

Should I push him away? Should I be hesitant to open my heart to someone she hardly knows? Then again I  slept very peaceful for someone who had seen a horrible death play out infront of her. His presence is already so comforting.

As I survey Felix's room, searching for clues to unravel the enigma that is Felix, I find myself drawn to the subtle hints of his personality scattered throughout the space.

The stack of well-loved books on the bedside table speaks of his intellectual curiosity and thirst for knowledge. The rich mahogany dresser, adorned with delicate trinkets and cherished mementos, offers a glimpse into Felix's sentimental side.

A framed photograph on Felix's dresser captures a moment frozen in time, a snapshot of familial love and warmth. In the center of the frame stands Felix, his vibrant smile lighting up his features as he stands flanked by his parents.

Felix's mother, elegant and poised, exudes an air of quiet grace as she stands beside him, her gaze filled with pride and affection. Her delicate features are softened by a warm smile. Felix is her ditto copy.

But it's Felix's father who draws my attention, his presence in the photograph casting a shadow of familiarity over my thoughts. There's something about his rugged features and kind eyes that stirs something within me, a sense of déjà vu that I can't quite shake.

As I study the photograph, a sense of recognition washes over me, a feeling that I've seen Felix's father somewhere before, or perhaps a copy of his features in someone else I've  encountered.

Then it suddenly dawns on me.... The features of Felix's father bear an uncanny resemblance to those of Brandon! But how could this be?

The notion of him being connected to Felix's family seems utterly implausible. And yet, the resemblance is undeniable, each line and contour of his father's face mirroring those of Brandon with an unsettling precision.

Roars of laughter break my chain of thought. I'm draw towards the source an decide to make my way downstairs. I cautiously step out of the comfort of the bed, my feet touch the plush surface of the soft wool carpet.

I go into the hallway and I see a glimpse of the people downstairs. Felix is surrounded by his household staff, Mr Lixin and his mother. They seem to be talking about something, very enthusiastically.

As I near the source of the commotion, my ears catch snippets of advice being offered to Felix, each word filling me with a strange mix of amusement and anticipation. Unknowingly, a smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I  listens to the earnest discussions about love and relationships.

But my smile falters as I overhears Felix's mother's unexpected words, my heart skipping a beat at the mention of the Min family. There were only two daughters of Min family. Only one is engaged.

"Wait... you were engaged to Haishi? Min Haishi? Of Min Cosmetics?" A flurry of thoughts invade my mind.

How can Felix be engaged to her? Wasn't she engaged to Xiao Jun, of TechShion? The youngest billionaire? The hottest person on the Planet? The one who's name is synonymous to wealth, success and handsome?