LittleNovelChapter 789: "Miss Holland, you really are something. My nephew, who usually steers clear of women, seems to be bending over backward for you, and even my mother seems to have been charmed by you. Such talents, I dare say, I could never acquire." Andromache's words were dripping with sarcasm, as if she were holding a dagger and itching to strike.
Corrine regarded her with an almost amused expression, a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Perhaps I'm simply naturally charming." She meant to say Andromache had only herself to blif she was not popular.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAndromache's face darkened, her eyes narrowing into cold slits as she glared at Corrine. "Corrine, don't push your luck!" Before she could say more, Nate set down his fork with a decisive thud. The sound was neither deafening nor meek, but it was enough to make Andromache's heart skip a beat.
"When did you have the rights to decide what my girlfriend can do?" Nate's voice was cold, his gaze cutting through Andromache like a sharp blade.
Andromache bit her lip, fighting back the heat of her anger. She turned to Evelyn, her face twisted with feigned hurt. "Mom, look at how Nate's been influenced by this woman! He doesn't even respectanymore! What's next? Does this mean he doesn't respect you either?" Her voice grew louder, laden with false tears.
Penny, standing nearby, couldn't hide her growing impatience. "Ms. Hopkins, you're not a child anymore. Why do you always resort to tears whenever Mrs. Hopkins is around? Can't you let her enjoy a peaceful meal for once?" There was an unmistakable edge in Penny's tone.
If anyone else had spoken in such a way, Andromache would have fired back without hesitation. But Penny, Evelyn's closest confidante, was another matter entirely. Her words often mirrored Evelyn's stance, making it hard for Andromache to ignore them.
Andromache clenched her fists under the table, her eyes flickering to Evelyn, who remained impassive. Realizing that continuing her tirade would only serve to embarrass her further, she simmered down. Though she longed to leave, she had insisted on staying earlier. To leave now would be to admit defeat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSo, with great reluctance, Andromache stayed, though every bite she took seemed to sour in her mouth.
Her discomfort deepened when she noticed Corrine sitting beside Nate. Her unease gnawed at her. "Mom, Nate's birthday is coming up soon. According to the Hopkins family tradition, shouldn't we be returning home?" Evelyn glanced at her, unfazed. "This is Fragrance Garden, not the Hopkins family estate. Don't bring those rules here." "Mom, even if you're upset, there's a limit," Andromache persisted. "It's one thing for you to leave after a disagreement, but what about Nate? Dad and my brother miss him. They've been preparing for his birthday banquet for ages. I heard the Quinn family heir..."
"No talking during meals!" Evelyn's voice darkened, carrying a quiet but unmistakable warhing. "Have you forgotten the manners you were taught?"
Evelyn rarely raised her voice, but when she did, the force of it was m enough to Silence the room.
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