NovelEnd"What's up with you, Maurice?" Effie asked cautiously.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMaurice looked at her. "Effie, aren't you going to explain why you ditched us that night and snuck off without saying a word?" Effie blinked in surprise. "I didn't sneak off! I texted you, remember? You were all passed out-dead to the world after drinking so much. Was I supposed to wake everyone up one by one?" Maurice gave a dismissive snort. "I told you not to get so lovestruck, but you never listen." "I'm not lovestruck," Effie retorted. "He explained everything, and I believe him." Maurice shook his head. "Men say whatever they want to get out of trouble. Don't trust a single word they say-not even the punctuation." Effie couldn't help but laugh. "By that logic, should I not believe a word you say, either?" Maurice was momentarily at a loss for words. He shot her a look. "Must you always have the last word?" Effie grinned. "Alright, alright, don't be mad. I know you're just looking out for me. But I know exactly what kind of person Lyman is." She wasn't a child anymore, not after everything she'd been through. If anything, she was more sensitive than anyone else to these things.
She knew Lyman-better than anyone.
Maurice sighed. "Fine. But if anything ever happens, don't bottle it up. You have to tell us, okay?" "I know, I promise." Effie smiled. "Now, hurry up and try the escargot—they're delicious." Maurice shook his head. "No way. That slimy texture? Not for me." "I'm picky-can't just eat anything that's put in front of me," he said, glancing pointedly at Effie.
Effie paused, fork halfway to her mouth.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWait, was Maurice throwing shade at her? Before she could say anything, Suzan arrived with Mitchell and the Harper family at Beardman's restaurant. "Hi, I have a reservation for a private room. Is it ready now?" The hostess checked the system, her expression changing slightly. "I'm sorry, Miss Bagnold. You're here an hour earlier than your reservation, and the room is still occupied." "What do you mean?" Suzan's tone sharpened. booked the restaurant in advance. Shouldn't the private room be available for my entire et reservation period? Why did you give it to someone else—and not even notify me?" "I apologize, this was our mistake," the hostess said, bowing slightly. "Unfortunately, we're fully booked right now, so you'll need to wait a little while." Suzan glanced at Lionel and the others. They stayed silent, but Suzan caught a fleeting smirk in Teresa Harper's eyes.
Teresa had always looked down on her, always making snide comments behind her back. Suzan just hadn't had the chance to bring it up to Lionel.
"Useless," Teresa muttered to Yvette while everyone's attention was on Suzan. "Can't even handle something this simple. Last tim
she couldn't get those limited edition mystery boxes, and now she can't! even book a restaurant. What does En she actually do all day?" Suzan knew Teresa was cursing her under her breath. Frustrated, she turned to
the hostess. "Look, this is your restaurant's fault. You're responsible Ve for this mess, not me." "We're truly sorry, ma'am," the hostess replied. "Since you've arrived early, may I ask you to wait in
our lounge, or perhaps leave your number? We'll call you as soon as the room is ready." Suzan let out a cold huff, pursing her lips in annoyance.
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