Chapter 488
Chapter 488:
Yet, the sight of Bella reminded him of something. If they hadn’t run into her here, he might have completely overlooked that.
“Hello, Mr. Harris, Cayson. My name is Madonna,” Madonna greeted, her voice carrying a practiced elegance as she flashed a composed smile.
Callum inclined his head slightly. “Good to see you p>
Cayson barely spared her a glance, his expression unreadable before turning his focus back to the table.
The cold reception didn’t rattle Madonna in the slightest. Every fortress had a weak spot. She just needed to find his.
The waitress soon came, carefully serving the appetizers.
Madonna gracefully reached for the water pitcher, eager to show her attentiveness. “Let me pour for you, Mr. Harris.” But her enthusiasm proved her undoing. Her hand bumped the waitress, and hot water spilled across her skin. A sharp hiss escaped her lips. “Ah! That’s hot p>
The waitress froze, panic flashing in her eyes.
“I’m so, so sorry!” she blurted, bowing quickly. “I didn’t mean to—please forgive me p>
Madonna, normally quick to lash out, glanced at Callum and Cayson. The weight of their presence tempered her reaction. Plastering on a serene smile, she said, “It’s alright. It was just an accident p>
The waitress blinked, visibly thrown. “I’ll grab some burn cream for you immediately!” she said, scurrying off.
Cayson finally broke his silence, his voice steady but firm. “That burn looks bad. You should go to the hospital p>
As always, Cayson maintained his composed demeanor, the embodiment of a gentleman. Seeing Madonna’s discomfort, he couldn’t simply ignore it—it wasn’t in his nature.
Madonna seized the opportunity, her cheeks flushing delicately as she turned her most hopeful gaze toward Cayson. “Cayson, you’re so kind,” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. “Would you mind taking me to the hospital? I’d feel much safer with you p>
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Her pulse raced as she spoke, her mind already imagining the two of them alone.
Cayson looked at her, his expression calm but carrying a flicker of reluctance.
Taking her to the hospital in person? That was not what he meant at all!
“I’ll have Jaxson take you,” he replied, his tone polite yet unmistakably final.
Madonna’s smile wavered, a flash of disappointment crossing her face before she managed to hide it.
Jaxson? Seriously? She clenched her fingers slightly, suppressing her irritation. Spending time with Cayson’s assistant had no place in the story she was trying to craft. With a quick shake of her head, she brushed it off. “Oh, it’s nothing, really! Just a little burn. Some ointment, and I’ll be fine p>
Callum observed quietly, his eyes flicking between the two. He caught the subtle shift in Madonna’s expression and the quiet resolve in Cayson’s demeanor. Could this be the beginning of something, or just an awkward exchange?
He sighed inwardly, wishing Yelena were here. Her ability to decipher these undercurrents would have been invaluable.
Tessa had a knack for finding the best food spots around the area, and today she was taking Yelena to yet another hidden gem.
As they walked past the pasta shop they’d visited last time, they didn’t stop to queue, completely unaware of the two men seated by the window.
John shot Austin a look that could only be described as exasperated.
“Austin, let me be real with you. If you miss her, just go talk to her. This whole ‘dragging me here every day so you can maybe, possibly, accidentally run into her’ plan? It’s pathetic p>
Austin paused mid-slurp, his fork hovering in the air, and turned to glare at John. “I’m here because the food is really good,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut steel.