Chapter 130
Soon, Isabella regretted her decision.
The magnificent feast from Le Céleste was served, with the dishes Serena had personally prepared placed in the most prominent and eye-catching spots.
Old Mr. Lancaster looked as if he wanted to put up a sign next to Serena’s dishes to show off his precious granddaughter’s culinary skills!
The atmosphere gradually warmed up.
Isabella took a deep breath, forcing down all her emotions, and constantly looked for opportunities to show off and get closer to Nicholas.
“Nicholas… I mean, Mr. Blackwood.” Isabella, having shelled some crab meat, tried to place it on the plate in front of Nicholas. “This Crab Imperial is a specialty of Le Céleste. It’s delicious. I shelled it for you, you should try it p>
Before the crab meat even reached the plate, the man used his utensils to block it, sliding the plate aside.
The crab meat missed its mark.
The man didn’t even look up, his voice flat. “Thank you, but no need p>
Distant and polite.
But just then, the man put down his utensils.
He then picked up a shrimp with his long, slender, well-defined hands and naturally began to peel it.
Those hands, practically a work of art, moved with an elegant and swift grace.
After peeling a small bowl of shrimp, he pushed it in front of Serena. “Try this. It’s very fresh p>
He even thoughtfully placed a small dish of special dipping sauce next to it.
His gaze never left Serena.
Isabella’s hand froze awkwardly in mid-air, her smile completely stiff.
In the end, it was Catherine who took the crab meat from Isabella’s hand with her
own bowl, smiling to ease the tension. “My Isabella is so thoughtful p>
Isabella watched the crab meat she had personally shelled go into Catherine’s mouth.
She bit her lower lip, a bitter taste in her mouth.
If you’re always on Serena’s side, then let Serena peel crab for you! Why are you accepting what I shelled?
Isabella’s eyes turned red with anger. Then she saw Nicholas pick up the serving utensils, take a piece of fish, meticulously remove all the bones, and place it in Serena’s bowl.
Throughout the entire meal p>
Isabella could only watch as Nicholas doted on Serena with meticulous care, as if he had practiced it a thousand times. His attention to detail was so thorough, that even the Lancaster family members were secretly amazed.
She glanced down at the single, lonely piece of venison in her own bowl, which seemed to mock her for being a clown jumping through hoops. All her deliberate attempts to please and be intimate had become a joke.
What stung the most was watching Serena simply lift her eyes to glance at Nicholas before naturally accepting his service.
As if his attentiveness was the most natural thing in the world!
The sight deeply wounded Isabella’s pride.
She felt a churning in her stomach and completely lost her appetite, silently cursing Serena with every fiber of her being.
It was safe to say that, apart from Isabella, everyone else enjoyed the meal immensely.
The overall atmosphere was cheerful and harmonious.
Although Old Mr. Lancaster
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remained wary and resistant to the wolf eyeing his precious lamb, he had to admit that Nicholas’s undisguised thoughtfulness and protectiveness toward his granddaughter, along with his powerful presence, were truly impeccable.
He even felt a little impressed.
The rest of the Lancaster family felt the same.