Chapter 143: A lane of Memories (1)
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"I guess, I am not late," a female voice sounded from the door. Everyone turned their heads in that direction.
Cedric stiffened in his seat when he heard that voice. A hint of disgust and mockery appeared in his face which disappeared in a split second. He turned stoic and distant. How could he not forget that voice? That woman played him and almost made him a puppet in her play. A disgusted smirk rested on his lips.
"Eleanor, Order food for me," Cedric said calmly.
Eleanor felt confused but did as he said. She sensed the change in his tone. And from his facial expressions and the reaction of the men in the room, she could guess what was happening around here.
She stoned herself and gave the orders to the waiters.
"I am sorry to disturb you all. But I think you won’t think of me as a bother," the woman said.
"Brother, I missed you," the woman said and hugged Edward.
"Nathaira, I guess you shouldn’t be here," Edward said.
"Is this how you greet your long-lost sister?" She pouted.
Just like her name, Nathaira looked simple yet beautiful. She has big doe-shaped eyes, sharp features, heart-shaped plump lips, unlike those skinny beauties, she was neither skinny nor fat. She was just perfect for her height and structure. Nathaira was too curvy that made men fall at her feet.
Eleanor would be lying if she says she wasn’t threatened by her existence. She felt threatened by her existence. But she trusted Cedric more than anyone. And... she could say that Nathaira wasn’t just a pretty face but someone with skeletons in the closet. Eleanor could feel something was wrong. But on second thought, she realized she was being too judgemental. So, she stopped thinking about that.