Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321

Anathea’s gaze flickered for a moment, and her fingers clenched even tighter. She didn’t give Theo an answer.

But he didn’t plan to force one out of her anyway. He was simply doing what he thought he should.

He took out his name card and handed it to Anathea. “I couldn’t reach you after you changed your number. This is my card. If you ever make up your mind and need my help, call me or send me a text, and I’ll be right there.”

Anathea hesitated a little. She didn’t reach for the card, so Theo set it down on her table and said, “Take it or toss it away–it’s up to you.”

Anathea pursed her lips and slowly extended her hand.

“What’s going on here?” A cool, crisp voice suddenly rang out. In the blink of an eye, Gregory materialized beside Anathea.

She paused, then said casually, “Nothing.”

She’d quickly turned Theo’s card over when she heard Gregory’s voice and nonchalantly slipped it into her purse, her expression betraying nothing.

In truth, Gregory had already seen what she did with the card. He cut a frigid glance at Theo at the next table, who was scratching the back of his head to hide his guilt and pretending as if nothing had happened.

Anathea might have behaved casually enough to come off as natural, but her efforts were ruined by Theo’s terrible acting. It was painfully obvious that he was feigning nonchalance; Gregory saw through his comical act right away.

But Gregory didn’t pay much attention to Theo. He produced a small container of candied lemon peel and handed it to Anathea. Grandma made these. They should help with your nausea.”

Anathea was mildly surprised. Had Gregory left the table earlier just to ask Brisa for some of her homemade candied lemon peel?

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell Grandma it’s for you. I told her my appetite’s a little off,” Gregory added reassuringly.

Anathea reached into the container and pinched a few strands of the candied lemon peel, popping them into her mouth. The sweet and tangy taste eased her nausea considerably.

“Thank you.”

A smile curved Gregory’s lips as he continued, “The door is closer to the right, so it gets windy here. Let’s swap seats.”

“Is it windy?” Anathea didn’t feel it that much, but she got up and moved to the left anyway. Gregory casually took her seat, thus becoming a veritable barrier between her and Theo.

“You’re doing this on purpose, Gregory!” Theo accused disgruntledly in a hushed tone.

Gregory shrugged, his unfazed demeanor infuriating Theo so much that the latter grabbed the huge mug of coffee on his table and gulped it down.

Across the table, Isabel noted the not–so–subtle rivalry between the two men and couldn’t help sniggering.

“I never thought there’d be a day when you and Theo would squabble over a woman. Serves you right, Gregory. I get it, though. It’s hard to resist someone as attractive as Anathea-”

Isabel broke off when she sensed an icy glare thrown in her direction. She glanced over, only to meet Eleanor’s mutinous gaze.

She shrank into herself as a chill ran down her spine. God, Eleanor was a scary character. It was no wonder Gregory wasn’t on

close terms with her!

Eleanor withdrew her gaze, a polite smile cracking the ice on her expressionless face. “Now that everyone’s here, let lunch be

served!”

She then grinned at Lennox and said, “Oysters are the best during this season, Lennox. I had the chef shuck over a few dozen

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