With that, he pushed the car door open and strode away, his long legs carrying his tall, imposing frame with a grace that was utterly infuriating.
I just sat there, stunned. What had I even said to make him flip like that?
Fine. I won’t go then!
But a part of me was still seething. That night, I actually dreamed I was pestering him like a child: “Gavin, if you don’t let me go, I’ll never talk to you again!”
In the dream, the corners of his eyes curved up slightly. “What did you just call me?”
“I was wrong! Big brother!”
I jolted awake, staring into the dark of my ceiling, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
It took me a long moment to steady my breathing.
He and I… we were long past being anything to each other. How could I possibly still act as spoiled and unreasonable as I had when I was a kid?
I turned on the light, went to the living room to retrieve the four–leaf clover pendant from my bag, and brought it back to my bedroom. Just as I was about to slip it under my pillow, my hand stilled.
This pendant…
Something about it was different from the one I remembered.
Back at the clinic, Amelia had somehow become the talk of the town–or at least, the talk of every woman in the building.
Even during lunch in the cafeteria.
A bunch of the younger nurses had gathered around her like she was handing out free concert tickets. Just as I was walking by with my tray, one of them waved me over, all bubbly. “Elara! Come sit with us!”
“Sure.”
I didn’t feel like making a scene, so I slid into the empty seat and kept to myself, picking at my food while their chatter rolled on around me.
“Mia, how did you land such a perfect, loaded boyfriend?” one of them finally blurted out, unable to hold back.
Amelia got all shy under the spotlight. “Oh, you know… we’ve known each other since we were kids. And honestly, I didn’t even chase him—”
“No way!”
A chorus of oohs and aahs followed. “So you’re childhood sweethearts, and he made the first move? That’s so dreamy!”
“Sounds like some rich family fairytale, Way out of our league, huh…”
“So when’s the wedding, Mia? We’re all dying to see you walk down the aisle!”
Amelia smiled–one of those polished, I–know–something you don’know smiles. “Soon. There are just… a few things to sort out first. But when it happens, you’re all definitely invited.”
“Yesss! Can’t wait!”
Then her eyes landed on me. “Dr. Elara,” she beamed, sweet as sugar, “you’ll come too, won’t you?”
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Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother
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Chapter 65
I set my fork down, wiped my mouth slowly, and met her gaze without blinking. “It’s noon alright–perfect time for some daytime dreaming.”
And with that, I gathered my things and walked away.
Third–person POV
Amelia hadn’t expected her to be so thick–skinned. She had made herself so clear, yet Elara still wouldn’t let go of her position as Mrs. Grayson!
Not only that, but she had mocked her in front of so many people.
Amelia took a deep breath to suppress her anger when she heard a girl console her: “Mia, don’t take it to heart. Elara just got divorced, so she probably doesn’t want to hear about such things.”
Amelia’s eyes widened. “Divorced?”
“Yes.”
This girl had only found out after overhearing Elara and Eleanor’s conversation last time. She lowered her voice: “But Elara probably doesn’t want too many people to know. I only heard by accident.”
“Don’t tell others, okay?”
“Don’t worry.”
Amelia patted her shoulder, unable to wait to stand up. “I’m full. You all take your time eating.”
She walked out of the cafeteria, her eyes shining with excitement, and immediately called Zane.
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