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Isabella, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment, felt an instinctive urge to retreat. Yet sensing his genuine remorse, she stilled, her fists clenched in an effort to hold back her own emotions.
“Waylon?” she said softly, her voice a soothing melody amidst the turbulent emotions swirling around them.
Waylon’s eyes sparkled with an unmistakable excitement. “Say it again!”
Did he really have to be this thrilled? Isabella could only sigh at his childlike enthusiasm, yet she humored him. “Waylon.”
“Yes!” Waylon exclaimed, his face lighting up as he lifted Isabella off the floor and spun her around in a joyous whirl.
Elaine watched the scene unfold with amusement. “Put your sister down, you rascal! What if she gets hurt?”
“Don’t worry, I will never let her get hurt!” Waylon declared, his grin wide and infectious.
However, Elaine’s laughter was cut short as she noticed Isabella’s legs swinging dangerously close to the door frame. Just as she was about to intervene, a figure moved with swift grace, catching Isabella’s legs before they could collide with the frame.
All eyes turned to the newcomer. Isabella followed their gaze, and her breath caught slightly. The man who had just intervened was the same one she had seen on the video call that noon. In person, he was even more striking—his features sharp and elegant, though his eyes carried a cool, detached air.
Elaine quickly snapped at Waylon, her tone sharp with concern, “Look at what you’ve done! If it weren’t for Andrew, your sister could have been hurt!”
Andrew, without a word, gently released Isabella’s legs, his actions efficient, yet his expression remained unreadably calm.
Waylon quickly set Isabella down, his enthusiasm replaced by remorse. “I’m sorry, Isabella. I’m just really excited to see you!”
Feeling the firmness of the floor again, Isabella reassured him, “It’s fine.”
Turning to Andrew, she offered her gratitude. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” Andrew responded, his tone as cool and deep as before. “I’m Waylon’s friend, Andrew Klein.”
“Hello, Andrew,” Isabella acknowledged him.
Elaine, with a warm smile, said, “Everyone, have a rest. Andrew, Isabella, let me know if you have any specific dishes you’d like to eat for dinner, and I’ll have them prepared.”
“Anything is fine!” Isabella and Andrew responded simultaneously, their voices unexpectedly harmonizing.
The moment lingered as Isabella and Andrew looked at each other. Andrew, dressed sharply in a black suit, exuded a poised confidence, his long fingers resting casually in his pockets, his deep gaze meeting Isabella’s.
Feeling an unfamiliar flutter, Isabella quickly diverted her eyes. Observing this subtle interaction, Elaine chuckled softly. “Alright then,” she said and headed toward the kitchen.
Isabella settled onto the sofa, a touch overwhelmed as Waylon continued to offer her an assortment of fruits. Kristine observed the scene, her surprise evident. Waylon had always been kind to her, but his attentiveness to Isabella was unlike anything she had seen before. Was he really unbothered by the fact that Isabella was from the countryside?
Turning to Isabella with a smile, Kristine inquired, “Isabella, how many clothes did you and Mom end up buying?”
“I didn’t keep track,” Isabella replied, her tone casual.
“Really?” Kristine asked, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and envy. “I saw the butler carrying in dozens of pieces. I’m so envious of you, Isabella. I usually only manage to buy one or two pieces a month. But since it was your first time experiencing high-end brands, you must have been thrilled. It’s not every day you get such a chance, right?” Kristine’s face softened into an expression of understanding and empathy.
“Oh, really?” Isabella’s eyebrow arched, curiosity lacing her voice. “What makes you think it was my first time?”
“Didn’t you grow up in the countryside? I can imagine it wasn’t easy to access all these things for you back then. But don’t worry—you’ve got all the time in the world to explore now.” Kristine’s smile widened, soft and understanding.
Isabella’s expression remained calm, her voice cool. “Yeah, my life was nothing like what you’ve had.”
That single line hit Waylon hard, stirring something deep inside him. He leaned forward, his tone laced with determination. “Isabella, if there’s anything you ever want, just say the word. I’ll make sure you get it.”
“Thank you, Waylon, but I think I’m good,” Isabella replied, her tone even and composed.
Kristine’s eyes flickered as she watched the exchange, her fingers tightening subtly. Forget it. Her goal was to marry Andrew anyway. As long as she could win him over, Mrs. Klein would be her title soon enough.
She turned her gaze toward Andrew, a soft, affectionate smile playing on her lips. “Andrew, wouldn’t you like to try the coffee I made for you?”
Andrew’s response was as cold as the air between them. “Not today. I’m not in the mood.”
Isabella had to stifle a laugh. Waylon’s friend was certainly an intriguing character. Kristine looked disappointed.
Not long after, the scent of dinner filled the air, signaling that the meal was ready. Glenn walked through the door just in time, and the family gathered around the table to eat.
At noon, it was only Glenn and Elaine who insisted on piling food onto Isabella’s plate, but now Waylon had joined in as well. She ate in silence, the mountain of food before her seeming insurmountable.
Across the table, Kristine’s presence went unnoticed. She clenched her fork tightly, frustration simmering beneath her composed exterior. She leaned closer to Andrew, her voice barely above a whisper. “Andrew, there’s a dance competition next week. Would you like to come watch? I’ve heard some of the best dancers will be there—both seasoned masters and fresh talents. I just joined the National Dance Association and have an extra ticket. I’d love for you to come with me.”
Her gaze locked onto Andrew’s, filled with a deep, unspoken longing. It was the kind of look that most people would find impossible to refuse, especially coming from someone as beautiful as Kristine.
But Andrew wasn’t like most people. His response was as cold as ever. “I’m busy.”
Kristine couldn’t mask the disappointment that flashed across her face.
Elaine, however, perked up, clearly surprised. “Kristine, you got into the National Dance Association?”
“Yes, Mom,” Kristine replied, her voice brimming with pride.
“That’s incredible. You must be one of their youngest members, right?”
Kristine’s pride swelled even more. “Yes, I am the youngest so far.”
“That’s wonderful news,” Glenn added, his tone warm. “I’ll make sure to send you a special gift.”
Kristine’s face lit up with pure joy. “Thank you, Dad. I still have a lot to learn, but I’m determined to keep improving my ballroom dance skills. My ultimate goal is to become a top dancer like Bella.”
Bella was a dancer who had emerged in the dance world only a few years back. When foreign dancers mocked the dancers from Lorpond, dismissing them as all flash and no substance, Bella had stunned everyone with an original dance piece that left the critics speechless. That very dance was now a staple of the curriculum at many arts academies, studied by countless aspiring dancers.
Isabella was quietly eating when she heard Kristine’s declaration. She paused, her gaze lifting to meet Kristine’s. Kristine caught the look and sneered inwardly, certain that Isabella had never even heard of ballroom dancing, let alone appreciated its nuances.
With a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, she asked, “Isabella, do you have any hobbies you’re particularly good at?”
Isabella considered the question for a moment, then replied nonchalantly, “Not really. My hobby is making money.”
Just as Kristine had suspected—a simple-minded girl from the countryside. How utterly vulgar, Kristine thought, inwardly rolling her eyes. A girl obsessed with money was hardly worth her time.
But Waylon spoke up with enthusiasm. “Isabella, then you need to exchange numbers with me right away!” He quickly rattled off his number, and Isabella, bemused, dialed him. Almost immediately, her phone chimed.
Ding! “You have received a transfer of 1,000,000 dollars.”
Isabella stared at her screen, momentarily speechless. Sure, Isabella liked making money, but this was a bit much!
Waylon grinned widely. “Isabella, if you ever need money, just let me know!”
“Okay,” Isabella replied, though inwardly she couldn’t help but think how much Waylon reminded her of an overly eager puppy.
Sitting beside him, Andrew maintained his dignified posture, his every movement exuding a quiet nobility as he ate. Isabella couldn’t help but be amazed—how could two people with such contrasting personalities get along so well?
Meanwhile, Waylon was buzzing with excitement. He quickly shared a screenshot of the transfer in the group chat with his two brothers on WhatsApp.
“Ha! Isabella exchanged numbers with me first!” he boasted.
Dane Patton, the eldest, replied instantly, “Send me her number.”
Howard Patton, the middle one, echoed, “Yeah, I want it, too!” But Waylon wasn’t willing to do it. “No way. It was not easy to get her number. I’m keeping it to myself!”
He felt a surge of triumph, relishing the thought of having Isabella’s attention all to himself. That was, until he found himself abruptly kicked out of the group chat.
Waylon was left speechless. What the hell? His brothers were so cold and heartless! Humph! Those two fools were clearly jealous that he was now with Isabella!
Meanwhile, Elaine watched Isabella and Andrew eat, both of them exuding an effortless elegance. A fond smile spread across her face—Isabella and Andrew truly looked like a perfect match.
But just then, something unexpected happened. As Isabella reached for a piece of spare rib, Andrew subtly moved his hand, causing the rib to land squarely on his plate instead. For a brief moment, everyone’s expressions shifted.
Andrew was a well-known figure from Ansport, famously obsessed with cleanliness. The first time he had dined with the Patton family, Kristine had picked up food for him. He’d immediately swapped his plate for a new one, leaving Kristine so mortified that she’d cried after he left. Today marked Andrew’s first visit to the Patton family’s residence since that unfortunate incident.
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