The rest of my economics class passed by without any more stares or comnts directed at . That was my last class of the day, so I left the academic building and headed for the student parking lot. Mutterings and staring still followed as I went, but I was hoping that word about my little speech in econ would go around and everyone would stop their childish whispers.
But I ant what I said. They could think whatever they wanted about . At the end of the day, it was my choice how their wrong assumptions affected .
And I was going to choose to ignore them.
With my head held high, I walked to the busy parking lot. Isabella had texted that she would send a car to pick up and take to their house for Michelle’s tutoring session.
My mouth dropped open when I saw what was waiting for .
One of the Laken’s drivers—wearing a black suit, complete with a black chauffeur hat—was standing in front of a black Rolls-Royce with a sign that said ‘Miss Lowett’.
The unwanted attention of my classmates increased as I walked toward one of the most expensive cars in the world.
“Do you think Gareth Laken sent that car?” a girl whispered loud enough for to hear.
“She’s totally his call girl. I just know it,” the girl’s friend muttered back.
Shaking my head to ignore them, I climbed into the car, but my face was still flushed with embarrassnt.
“Good afternoon, Miss Lowett,” the driver said after he got into the front. “My na is Mr. Dawson. Is the temperature in the car to your liking?” He gestured to the complicated-looking AC.
“Nice to et you. And it is, thank you,” I answered. “Mr. Dawson, would it be possible if next ti you picked up, it could be in a...less conspicuous car? Maybe even a cheaper model?”
“I can ask, Miss Lowett.” He turned on the engine. “But I can’t make any promises.”
“It would be great if you could try. Thank you.”
When I arrived at the mansion, Butler Jones escorted to the large backyard where Michelle was waiting for by the weapons rack with an anxious look in her eyes.
I put my hands on my hips when I saw her.
“Are you still feeling guilty about what happened yesterday?”
“Yeah,” she admitted, glancing down at her feet. “I still feel bad about cutting up your clothes, I could have seriously—”
“Nope, none of that,” I cut her off, marching right up to her and making her look in the eye. “When you’re dealing with weapons, you can’t get in your head about things, especially the past. Because if you do, you’ll get distracted. And what happens when you’re distracted?”
“Mistakes,” Michelle answered.
“Exactly. If you’re distracted, next ti you could really injure .” I picked up a long sword with a green jewel on the hilt and handed it to her. “Now, let’s get to work.”
Michelle took the sword with an excited grin.
For this lesson, I focused more on offense. Michelle was a fast learner and even quicker on her feet. Soon, she even gave a run for my money, as she slashed and cut the air in front of , being careful not to actually wound . Our lesson went by fast, the passage of ti asured by the clinking of our swords.
“Great job today,” I said to her as we put our swords away on the weapons rack. “You’re definitely going to pass your test next week.”
“You think?” the younger girl asked as we headed inside.
I placed my hand on her shoulder. “I have full confidence in you.”
A wide grin crossed her face as we walked up the staircase.
“Where’s Isabella today?” I asked. “It was nice to have an audience when we sparred last ti.”
“I think she’s on a date with Elliot,” Michelle answered.
I tried to keep my expression neutral as we walked down the hallway.
“How nice.”
Elliot was such a pig. He was at my house last night demanding that I be his mistress, and now he was on a date with his bride-to-be.
In Michelle’s room, I looked through her schoolwork and had her begin a practice worksheet for a test that she had coming up in science.
“I’ll check your work when you’re finished,” I told her.
Michelle began her work without any complaints, which made my heart warm with pride for how far she’d co in such a short amount of ti.
As she began to write an answer to the first question, I walked to the large window that looked out into the beautiful front lawn. I admired the riot of bright colors in the well-tended garden and the vibrant green landscaping.
But as my gaze swung to the driveway, my stomach sank.
Isabella and Elliot were embracing, clutching onto each other like they were the only people in the world. Isabella had a bouquet of gorgeous red roses in her hands, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes when she pulled away to say sothing to Elliot.
My ex-mate must have gotten Isabella those flowers as an apology for ignoring her calls last night when he was at my house.
Mixed emotions flowed through as I watched them hold hands and talk while staring at each other with wide eyes filled with admiration. Worry for Isabella made my heart ache. I knew first-hand how charming Elliot could be when he was apologizing. It seed like he was already back in her good graces. She shouldn’t have to deal with that kind of treatnt. But there was also jealousy sneaking its way into my heart, making my hands clench into tight fists.
Elliot used to buy red roses too.
I wanted more than anything to look away, but Elliot chose that mont to look up. His eyes sparked with a sort of deranged happiness when our gazes locked together.
With a smirk, he cupped Isabella’s face in his hands and kissed her passionately. His large hands road her body, and they made out right before my eyes.
A heavy feeling settled low in my stomach, and my wolf howled in pain inside of my head.
All I wanted to do was look away, but I was frozen in place. My hands were clenched by my sides, and my heart was slamming against my chest.
Elliot pulled away from Isabella’s lips and put his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath.
Michelle’s window was cracked, so I could hear what he said next because he had purposely raised his voice.
“I can’t wait to marry you, baby!” he gushed. “I’m going to make you the happiest woman in the world, my sweet Isabella.”
Isabella laid a hand over her heart, clearly touched by her fiancé’s romantic words.
“Oh, Elliot,” she breathed out and leaped into his arms, wrapping herself around him.
Elliot picked her up around the waist, spinning her around while she giggled.
My head spun, and nausea crept up my throat as I watched Isabella’s face shining with happiness—the very picture of a woman blissfully in love.
I truly wished that Elliot strived to make her the happiest woman in the world, but how could he when he wasn’t honest with her?
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to ,” Elliot said into her ear.
My heart skipped a beat. Because he was staring straight at when he said it.
My hands clenched into tight fists.
What an asshole.
Isabella was oblivious because he had been whispering in her ear. So, she returned the sentint and then pulled him in by his shirt for another passionate kiss.
Unconsciously, a low growl ripped from my throat.
“What are you looking at?”
I jumped and spun around to see Michelle at my shoulder with a curious look on her face.
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