Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 A Rival Under the Same Roof

Sylvie’s silence only made Estelle more pleased.

“And who said I’m freeloading?”Estelle added sweetly, “I’m here to learn from Evan. My dad says I’m still young and should yet more life experience from him.”

She turned to Evan with a bright smile. “Right, Evan?”

Then, she looped her arms around his before he could react

Sylvie stared. This girl was far craftier than she looked.

Evan had no way to deny it. Still, he kept his expression neutral as he calmly slipped his arm free.

After all, the mayor really had said something along those lines.

“But Sylvie, you don’t have to worry,” Estelle went on, putting on an obedient look. “I understand first-come, first-served. I don’t mind taking second place.”

Sylvie’s brows drew tight.

Her possessiveness ran deep. She wouldn’t share Evan, not even with her own aunt.

There was no way she would tolerate another woman living under the same roof.

In her eyes, Evan was hers.

No one else was taking him from her.

Sylvie snapped sharply, “Absolutely not. If you’re after life experience, then why are you here? Artemisia is studying medicine here and still leaves every afternoon. You’re leaving.”

She was determined to send Estelle away. There was no way she was going to allow such a strong rival to stay here.

Sylvie continued, “If you need somewhere else, I can arrange another villa for you. You can choose from Villa No. 2 to No. 8.”

Villa No. 1 was non-negotiable, and the three heiresses already occupied Villa No. 9. So, the remaining villas from No. 2 through No. 8 were all options.

Sylvie wouldn’t even need to reveal who she was. Estelle’s status as the mayor’s daughter alone would be enough to make it happen.

“Huh? No way.” Estelle pouted. “Those villas are too far from Evan. I’m staying right here.”

She refused to budge an inch.

The atmosphere tensed further.

Sylvie’s patience was nearing its limit. She thought, Is this girl seriously planning to plant herself here?

Evan shot Artemisia a look when he saw that the situation was about to spiral out of control. She understood immediately and hurriedly called him over to discuss medicine.

He seized the opportunity and led her to the backyard.

Estelle had been all sweetness and innocence while he was around.

He stopped short when he stepped inside.

The two women were still in a standoff.

One demanded the other leave, but the other party refused to budge.

Neither was willing to give ground, nor did either have the strength to overcome the other.

At this rate, a catfight was inevitable.

Evan had no choice but to intervene. “Dinner first.”

“Oh, then I’ll head out, Dr. Norwood. See you-” Artemisia started to leave.

“Stay and eat with us,” he cut in quickly.

She froze.

There was no way he was letting her go. That was because he knew he definitely couldn’t keep this situation under control all by himself.

Meanwhile, Sylvie was fining in the kitchen because she had just found out Estelle could cook.