Before the server could finish speaking, Angela hastily waved her hands. "Take it away! Take it away!"
She didn't dare look at the tray, convinced it was the same creature she had encountered earlier.
It was too terrifying. This was the classic case of once bitten, twice shy.
"What's up with you? You came back from the hike acting all jumpy. Should I find someone to perform an exorcism on you?" Fiona joked.
Angela was still panicking and breathing heavily, and her face was as pale as a sheet.
"Drink some water to calm your nerves," Dexter said, handing her a cup of warm water.
Angela didn't think twice before grabbing the cup and gulping it down. Only after she was done did she finally feel her racing heart slow down.
This was too much for her. She didn't have much of an appetite for the rest of the meal.
Back home, Angela collapsed onto her bed, feeling like she had been through a day of pure torment.
That night, she lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Dexter couldn't sleep either. He got up and went to the second-floor terrace to cool off.
Fiona brought him a jacket and joined him.
"What are you doing, sitting here in silence? Who upset you this time?" Fiona asked, sitting beside him with a smile.
Dexter stayed silent, looking like he was lost in thought.
"If you still like her, just say so. Stop being so awkward about it." As if she could see right through him, Fiona spoke candidly.
Dexter frowned, turning to look at her. "Is it that obvious?"
He was a little surprised by his own response. He hadn't expected his first reaction would be to ask that question rather than deny it by saying he didn't like her.
Fiona was taken aback. "So you really like her? You didn't deny it."
Dexter stayed silent, looking confused.
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