Welcome To My Life novel Chapter 17

As soon as she reached the door, she saw Kit smoking while leaning against the handrail.

Isobel stopped half a meter in front of him. “Kit Stewart, aren’t you afraid that Eduard would get even with you?”

Flicking the ash, Kit laughed while looking at her. “Isobel Lewis, you can’t blame me for not giving you a reminder. If I didn’t take you to this dinner tonight, someone else would. Martha Sutton is not a kind woman. Since you’ve annoyed her, you can only blame yourself for being so unlucky that you were not born in a rich or noble family.”

“I actually want to be nice to you. I don’t want to get involved in the business between you two. So I just take the dinner tonight as your apology to me. However --” He stopped before continuing, “Please don’t blame me. I actually have informed Hamish Francis before coming here. If he wanted to save you, you would be fine tonight. But if he was unwilling to come here, you can’t blame me. If I didn’t take you to this game, others would also take you here.”

Finishing his words, he raised his hand to stroke her cheek. “Actually, I like you very much. Unfortunately you didn’t have a good taste. Within so many men, you chose to be Hamish Francis’ date. All right, go in. As for the slap last time, I went to far impulsively. To save my dignity, don’t make a fuss before I leave here tonight.”

Isobel knew that Kit was not a good person. The only advantage of him was that he would do bad things aboveboard.

She also knew what Kit had said was true. He didn’t lie to her.

Martha hated her to the core. If Kit didn’t do this to her tonight, there would be someone else to do it.

She stared him for a while and remained silent.

Kit took her back to the private room. He sat for a short time before leaving with an excuse, leaving her alone there.

After the private room’s door was locked, only Darren Chester and her were left inside.

Darren moved his chair a bit to get closer to her. “Miss Lewis, you were Mr. Francis’s date for three years. I’m sure you are quite skilled.”

He emphasized “skilled” quite hard, which was like a harsh sting in Isobel’s ears.

She smiled slightly and dodged from his hand without a trace. “Mr. Chester, please don’t be kidding. I’m not skilled at all. I’m just luckier than others.”

She indeed didn’t have any skill. She was just lucky and Hamish happened to be interested in her.

However, according to what was happening now, she didn’t think it was a fortune to have met Hamish, either.