Jonathan watched Ramona in silence.
In Jonathan’s eyes, Ramona could see her own reflection.
“What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face?”
“No…”
Jonathan shook his head.
“Is it that Ramona’s just too gorgeous? Jonathan’s totally mesmerized!” Marigold chimed in, trying to break the awkwardness.
“I just thought… you’re different from what your name made me picture,” Jonathan said casually.
“So which is better? My name, or me?” Ramona rested her chin on her palm, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Before Jonathan could answer, Sprague cleared his throat from the side.
“Both,” Jonathan finally replied.
That answer clearly delighted Ramona; the smile in her eyes grew even brighter.
When Jonathan first heard the name Ramona, he’d imagined a refined, gentlewoman—someone quiet and understated, especially since she was adopted. He’d assumed she’d be reserved by nature.
But in person, Ramona was the exact opposite: confident, radiant, and with a bold, striking figure. She had an undeniable spark about her.
Jonathan soon realized Ramona was fiercely competitive. For instance, when he complimented Marina’s piano skills, Ramona immediately suggested inviting Marina to join her for a duet. She claimed it was just a performance, but anyone could see Ramona was eager for a friendly rivalry.
Her confidence and ambition were written all over her face.
Looking at Hayes and Carlotta, Jonathan noted that neither of them shared Ramona’s aura. It made him wonder: why did they choose Ramona as their adopted daughter? Was it simply because she was different from them? Or was someone else behind the decision?
“Are you getting interested in me?” Ramona suddenly leaned in and whispered in his ear.
Jonathan instinctively glanced at the next table. Niamh was there, chatting animatedly with Michael, Peter, and Prince William.
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