Chapter 295
Chapter 295:
As they walked off, Leah clicked her tongue, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Janice, did you catch that? Nellie’s gaze was a little unsettling.”
Janice had noticed it too, and it was clear as day that Nellie’s gaze was aimed squarely at Aiden.
“What’s the matter?” Noticing Janice’s gaze, Aiden turned to her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Her eyes are on her face. If she feels like staring at me, what am I supposed to do—pluck them out?”
“I didn’t say a word,” Janice retorted, rolling her eyes with an exaggerated flair, her tone dripping with mock innocence.
Aiden let out a snort. “Sure, you didn’t say a word, but your eyes were practically screaming it.”
Janice was struck speechless. Could Aiden decipher her thoughts just by looking into her eyes? The idea was utterly ridiculous.
Leah nudged Sierra playfully and whispered, “Did you notice that? Those two are totally flirting. One’s clueless, and the other’s pretending not to notice. Honestly, they’re a match made in heaven.”
“Exactly!” Sierra’s eyes sparkled with agreement, as if she’d just found a kindred spirit. “I’ve always thought the same, but I never had anyone to share it with. Leah, you’re officially my confidant now.”
“Well, I know Janice inside out.” Leah chuckled, folding her arms smugly. “I can read her like a book—one glance, one smile, and I know what’s ticking in that head of hers. But now there’s someone else who can do the same.”
“Aiden?”
“Precisely.”
The two exchanged a conspiratorial grin, the kind that only true partners-in-crime could share.
They didn’t need words to enjoy the moment, quietly savoring the thrill of being unnoticed spectators to the unfolding drama.
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Just then, Sierra’s gaze flickered to the entrance, her brow furrowing. “Delilah? But wasn’t she fired? What’s she doing here at the celebration banquet?”
Delilah graced the celebration in full regalia, her makeup flawless, carrying herself with the poise of a seasoned debutante as a subtle smile played across her lips. The sight of her self-assurance sent a wave of irritation coursing through Sierra’s veins.
“I’ve seen my fair share of brazen individuals, but this truly takes the cake. She’s been fired, yet here she is, bold as brass, attending the celebration party?”
Cheryl approached Delilah, her face brightening with a welcoming smile. “You made it, Delilah.”
“Hi,” Delilah acknowledged her with a nod, offering a smile that carried equal measures of resignation and apology. “Even though I’ve been let go, and I know my presence at the celebration might raise eyebrows, I couldn’t stay away. I desperately wanted to witness everyone’s moment of triumph. All those late nights we spent together, burning the midnight oil—I couldn’t bear to miss this milestone. So here I am, uninvited…”
“You want to see our happy faces?” Sierra cut through the air between them, her voice sharp as winter frost. “The mere sight of you makes my blood boil.”
“And fills me with utter disdain,” Leah interjected, her eyes dancing with malicious amusement as she sized up Delilah.
Cheryl’s initial impulse to defend Delilah against Sierra’s barbs died in her throat when Leah joined the fray. The memory of Delilah’s transgression against Leah suddenly loomed large in her mind.
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