Emily stared at Elizabeth’s solemn expression, speechless for a moment.
"...Whatever novel you're reading lately, you should stop. It's starting to affect your brain."
Elizabeth looked at her in disbelief, indignant. "I'm being serious! You'd better believe me."
Emily lowered her head and continued drying her hair. "You're overthinking it. Andrew wasn't my first love, and I would never cheat on my partner. This is all just your speculation."
Clearly unconvinced, Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. "We'll just have to wait and see, then."
After drying her hair, Emily grabbed the hairdryer and started blowing it out.
Elizabeth suddenly remembered. "So when are you and Andrew planning to have that dinner?"
Emily paused, only then recalling her promise in the car to treat him to a meal.
She shook her head. "He's the one deciding that."
Elizabeth pressed her lips together, knowing full well that this dinner would be anything but simple. But since Emily was so resistant to her first-love theory, she decided to drop it.
"Alright, alright. I'm going to take a shower. Then let's go down to the restaurant to eat. I'm starving."
One wall of the restaurant where they were eating was made of floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a view of the resort staff still evacuating people from the villa area.
Down below, staff and volunteers in yellow raincoats were still hard at work. Among them, one tall, upright figure stood out from the crowd.
It was Andrew Lane.
Andrew was a man of his word. If he was going to volunteer, he was going to do it perfectly, and he was still busy.
Elizabeth followed her gaze and complained, "We were so careless. When will the transportation in Ashworth be back to normal? I have a mountain of work waiting at the office."

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