Chapter 941
Chapter 941:
Though their gestures were discreet, they didn’t escape the observant eyes that were keenly watching every interaction. Leanna abruptly declared, “I’ve had enough p>
Her claim of being full was nothing more than a cover for her brewing irritation.
Yelena paid no mind to what anyone else thought. She was hungry, and that was all that mattered. She was going to eat. After all, food was meant to be enjoyed, wasn’t it? Letting it go to waste would be a shame.
“Eating like it’s the end of the world,” Carly remarked with a scoff, her disgust apparent.
Carly searched for a flaw in Yelena but found none. Still determined to ruin her moment, she threw out a biting remark filled with malice. Carly watched expectantly for Yelena to become self-conscious and stop eating.
Instead of being bothered, Yelena enjoyed her meal even more.
Yelena maintained a serene and dignified air, her delicate manners setting her apart even in the esteemed company of the Barton family. Ellen noted Yelena’s graceful demeanor, recognizing it as effortlessly elegant, not contrived.
Trying to mimic Yelena, Ellen only managed to feel more awkward. “Doesn’t she ever tire of this act?” Leanna whispered to Ellen, skepticism lacing her tone.
Ellen cast a sidelong glance at Leanna, silently disagreeing but saying nothing, not letting on her slight admiration for Yelena.
Post-dinner, Aitana instructed someone to prepare coffee. Maggie had initially planned to make the coffee herself, knowing her skills surpassed most.
As Carly observed Yelena, her expression hardened, and a scheming thought crossed her mind.
With a mocking smirk, Carly sneered at Yelena. “I bet you don’t even know how to make a simple cup of coffee, do you p>
Before Yelena could respond, Austin interjected sharply, “Why does it matter if she knows how to make coffee or not? If she doesn’t, we’ll find someone who does. What? Are you an expert at it p>
Carly’s cheeks reddened with frustration; Austin’s retort had clearly embarrassed her.
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Yelena sent Austin a soothing glance. Coffee-making was trivial, and she was more than capable.
“It’s only coffee. I’ll prepare a few cups for everyone since it’s in demand p>
Leanna watched Yelena and sneered. “Don’t try too hard and waste good coffee. It’s expensive, you know p>
With a playful smirk towards Austin, Yelena joked, “Is your family struggling? Can’t even spare some nice coffee p>
Austin ignored Leanna completely, encouraging Yelena. “Go on, make the coffee. We can certainly afford it. The Barton family isn’t that mean p>
The implication that Leanna was being petty was clear.
Leanna’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, betraying her embarrassment.
Leanna cast a helpless glance at Carly, silently pleading for support. Carly wanted to defend her, but with Austin’s words lingering in the air, she found herself at a loss for a response.
Thus, Carly remained silent, eyeing Yelena, waiting for her next move. Yelena entered the kitchen where the scent of fresh coffee beans filled the air.
She flicked the switch on the coffee machine with a practiced gesture, and the familiar hum began. Steam gently rose, adding a cozy warmth to the room.
Yelena’s movements were deliberate and measured, turning the routine of coffee-making into a ceremonial act. She handled the grinder with ease, and with each bean crushed, a soft rhythm filled the space, blending with the rich aroma that filled the air.