Chapter 483- Nineteen? Die?
At dinner time, Angela found herself in an awkward position. In Sinclair’s family get-togethers, it was always understood that she would sit beside Alexander Sinclair.
But tonight, it got awkward for her when Rafael Sinclair offered that girl to sit anywhere she wanted. As expected, Anaya girl chose to sit on the chair where Angela wanted to be.
Right next to Alexander.
Angela curled her fingers into fists and marched to another chair. In all honesty, she couldn’t understand the fuss.
The girl might look innocent, but she was so underconfident and Angela felt she might cry any minute.
"Huh. Fake innocence! My foot," she grunted in annoyance, being careful as she didn’t want anyone to witness her complaining side.
It was evident that the girl, whose name was Anaya Fu*cker, was forcing a smile to her lips. Her hand was cold when Angela tried shaking it for the sake of Alex’s parents, before the dinner started.
Being sweet souls, Ariel and Alex didn’t object when Anaya chose to sit on that chair. Alex even placed the water pitcher close to her and asked her something. Angela wanted to smack the girl’s face when she replied to Alex with a shy smile.
She gave Anaya a mean look and then started eating her food. In the past, she often tried to stay close to Alex so that she could do naughty things under the table.
The way she used to brush her foot against his jean-clad legs when she thought no one was watching, waiting for him to react but he never did.
She was crazy after him since childhood but he never, ever looked at her in that way. It was as if, in his eyes, she was nothing more than an old friend of his sister. Someone familiar yet not so important.