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To her surprise and thrill, he started walking towards her.
Eliza’s heart pounded with excitement as the striking man approached. Could he possibly be interested in her? After all, she was quite attractive…
She subtly smoothed her hair, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she prepared to meet his gaze.
However, to her shock, he breezed past her without sparing her a glance, heading straight towards Isabella.
Eliza’s heart sank.
Just as the man reached Isabella and was about to speak, a cheerful voice called out, “Andrew!”
It was Kristine, emerging from the gate, her face lighting up at the sight of Andrew.
Andrew had claimed to be busy, yet here he was. Could this mean that he finally made time for her?
With a bright smile, Kristine approached Andrew. “Andre, are you here to pick me up? Where are we going for dinner?” she asked eagerly.
Andrew, however, didn’t even look at her. His eyes remained locked on Isabella as he said, “Ready to go?”
Isabella nodded, her response cool and composed.
As Kristine’s eyes finally settled on Isabella, her face registered surprise and confusion. Could Andrew be here for Isabella?
Trying to mask her unease, Kristine turned to Isabella, still unaware of her role as a judge. “Isabella, you came to watch the competition too?” she asked cheerfully. “Great, let’s all have dinner together. I know a fantastic restaurant!”
After a moment of consideration, Isabella gave a small nod in agreement.
The trio then made their way to the sleek Lamborghini parked nearby.
As Andrew opened the front passenger door, Kristine quickly asked, “Isabella, I get carsick easily. Can I sit in the front?”
Isabella, showing little interest in engaging in any games with her, nonchalantly climbed into the back seat without a word.
Andrew’s lips tightened slightly, his expression turning frosty.
Meanwhile, Phyllis, who had been watching from a distance, frowned deeply. “How did Isabella get to know those people?” she muttered under her breath, her tone a mix of disbelief and disdain.
As the Lamborghini sped away, Eliza remained motionless, a mix of envy and frustration evident in her demeanor. Under her breath, she lamented, “After Isabella parted ways with us, she seems to be living a dubious and questionable life…”
Phyllis’s face darkened. “Eliza, steer clear of her from now on, or you might get dragged into her chaos!”
“Understood,” Eliza responded softly.
Meanwhile, inside the Lamborghini, Andrew, with one hand on the steering wheel, displayed a casual yet dashing demeanor. Next to him, Kristine couldn’t hide her admiration.
Andrew was a man looked up to by countless people. If she married him, her own social standing would be elevated.
“Andre, this is a really nice car,” Kristine commented, trying to initiate a conversation.
Andrew’s response was a brief and noncommittal “Yeah,” maintaining his aloof disposition.
Despite her efforts at small talk, Andrew’s cool response eventually subdued Kristine’s attempts, forcing her into a resigned silence.
Nevertheless, the thrill of being in his luxurious car, a status symbol in itself, delighted her. She discreetly took a photo of the car’s plush interior.
In the back seat, Isabella was engrossed in her phone, seemingly detached from the interactions up front.
Upon reaching the restaurant, they were led to a private dining room where Kristine eagerly took the lead in ordering.
“I’ve chosen the restaurant’s specialty for us, Isabella. It’s highly recommended; you must try it,” she said confidently.
Isabella’s curiosity was piqued. The table was soon filled with an impressive spread of seafood, including sizable crabs and the necessary cutleries to enjoy them.
Isabella felt a twinge of disappointment. It wasn’t that she disliked crabs; rather, she found them a bit too cumbersome to enjoy.
Noticing Isabella’s hesitation, Kristine attempted to be helpful, though her tone inadvertently carried a hint of condescension. “Oh, Isabella, I forgot. You’re from the countryside, so maybe you haven’t had much experience with this kind of seafood. Let me show you how to enjoy them.”
Kristine picked up the cutleries to demonstrate.
Isabella responded with a cool detachment, “No need. Please, carry on without me. I’m not particularly fond of crabs.”
“Alright then, but just so you know, the seafood here is the highlight. If you skip it, you’ll be missing out and have to choose from the more basic options,” Kristine replied, her voice laced with feigned pity.
Isabella quietly continued with her meal, choosing simpler dishes that were easier to handle.
Meanwhile, Kristine was fixated on Andrew as he effortlessly and elegantly picked the crab meat. His graceful movements, even in such a mundane task, seemed to enchant her.
Within moments, Andrew had a bowl full of neatly extracted crab meat ready.
“Andre, you’re incredible at this. I’m nowhere near as quick,” Kristine remarked sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes, clearly hinting for a taste of his expertly prepared seafood.
“Perhaps you should pick up the pace then,” came Andrew’s cool, matter-of-fact reply. He didn’t even glance up as he spoke.
Isabella stifled a laugh at his directness, appreciating his no-nonsense style, even if it was somewhat harsh.
The next moment, a small bowl of crab meat was set before her.
Andrew’s rich, resonant voice soon followed. “Since you don’t want to pick the crab meat, I’ve done it for you. Please, go ahead.”
Isabella paused, slightly unsettled by the unexpected offering. “Well… I appreciate it, but maybe I shouldn’t. I’m happy with the other dishes,” she responded, her shyness evident.
“No worries. You should eat. Your brother told me to look after you. I’m just following instructions,” Andrew remarked, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at Isabella.
Isabella’s heart skipped a beat as she took a bite of the crab meat. It was exceptionally fresh, with a delicate sweetness that seemed to echo the kindness in Andrew’s gesture.
Across the table, Kristine’s grip tightened around her spoon, her jealousy palpable. The sight of Andrew, who typically maintained a distance from women, attentively catering to Isabella was too much for her.
In her agitation, she pressed too hard and sliced her finger on a sharp crab shell, the sudden pain snapping her back to the moment.
“Ouch!” Kristine cried out, startled by the sight of her own blood.
“Waiter!” Andrew called out without hesitation. “She needs some help over here.”
A waiter was quick to respond, bringing over a first aid kit to attend to Kristine’s injury.
As her finger was being bandaged, Kristine couldn’t help but watch Isabella and Andrew. The ease with which Isabella enjoyed the crab meat that Andrew had prepared for her was like salt in her wound. The bitterness of the situation was overwhelming.
The man she had longed for, pursued relentlessly over the years, was now showing attentiveness to someone he had barely known. It filled her with deep-seated resentment.
“Miss, please relax,” the waiter gently said, noticing her tension as he tended to her wound.
Kristine’s realization that her actions were exacerbating the bleeding made her ease her grip. Once the bandage was securely in place, she attempted to return to her meal, but the dishes that once delighted her now seemed bland and unappealing.
Her plan to humiliate Isabella had backfired, leaving her the one enveloped in discomfort and regret.
After dinner, as they prepared to leave, Andrew turned to Isabella and asked, “Where are you headed?”
“Back home, I suppose,” Isabella responded.
“Alright.” Andrew nodded in acknowledgment.
Kristine trailed behind them silently, her thoughts swirling with frustration and confusion.
When they arrived at the Patton family’s house and Andrew had departed, Kristine and Isabella entered the living room together. It was then that Kristine decided to address the undercurrents she felt were at play.
“Isabella, do you think Andre is being extra nice to you?”
Isabella gave her a measured look, prompting Kristine to continue, “Andre is only acting this way because we had a fight. Isabella, I can let go of everything else, but not Andre. We grew up together, and we even have an engagement. Please, don’t come between us, okay?”
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