The word "honey" made Ivy's heart skip a beat. They were so close that she feared her erratic heartbeat might betray her inner turmoil.
Dinner was a struggle for Giselle. She could hardly swallow a bite.
After clearing the main course, each guest was served a bowl of creamy mushroom soup. Giselle spooned the soup stiffly, the flavor bland as chewing wax.
Alyssa was in high spirits, feeling that her goal for the evening had been accomplished.
Upon observing the chemistry between Balfour and Ivy, any woman with eyes and a brain would know it was time to throw in the towel!
"Giselle, you don't seem to have much of an appetite, do you? Or is the mushroom soup not to your liking?" Alyssa asked, her voice dripping with honeyed concern.
Snapping back to reality, Giselle shoveled a hefty spoonful into her mouth. "No, it's delicious! Hiss..."
When she looked up again, her eyes were brimming with tears. She spat out a burned tongue tip, her voice muffled and pitiful. "Balfour, it hurts."
By then, Alyssa had already sent someone for some ice.
"If it really hurts, just close your mouth and talk less."
Ivy's advice was sincere, but her tone was indifferent. She could tell Giselle was faking it but could not be bothered to call her out.
Balfour stood beside Ivy, impassively watching the scene unfold.
Giselle felt even more aggrieved as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"It hurts..."
"Alright, don't talk. The ice will numb the pain." Before Giselle could continue her act, Alyssa had already stuffed a piece of ice into her mouth.
Giselle had no choice but to follow quickly.
She suspected that deep down, Alyssa was worried about her grandson and wanted to distance her from Balfour.
This thought made Giselle even more determined. If given another chance to be alone with Balfour, she was confident she could win his heart back from Ivy.
In the garden, Alyssa's demeanor darkened, starkly contrasting the warm facade she presented in front of Ivy.
With polite caution, Giselle asked, "Ma’am, did you want to speak with me privately?"
Giselle maintained a proper demeanor in Alyssa's presence, but her true thoughts were her own secret.
Alyssa's smile held a hint of authority that Giselle could not begin to match.
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