?Chapter 198:
Match
Joanna made a face at Bryson, teasing him, “Mr. Garcia brushed it off as nothing serious. Bryson, you’re such a worrywart.”
Towering and absorbed in his task of peeling fruits, Duncan seemed to be performing a delicate operation.
Unbeknownst to Duncan, the man assisting was none other than Cheetah, a renowned figure from a foreign mercenary group known for his lethal skills. And here he was, meticulously preparing fruits for Joanna. What a twist of fate.
“Holy shit!” Joanna suddenly gasped in astonishment, capturing everyone’s attention in the ward.
Bryson’s expression soured. “Joanna, have you forgotten the decorum expected of someone from a distinguished background?”
Joanna’s use of foulnguage hardly matched the poised elegance typically associated with her status, leaning more toward the uninhibited spirit of someone street-smart.
“You won’t believe this! Brynn, take a good look,” Joanna, bubbling with excitement, thrust her phone toward Bryson.
“Why all this fuss…?” Bryson began, his words trailing off as he glimpsed the phone’s disy.
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It was Susanna’s post, featuring a photo of Norah and Sean in a cozy dining scene, announcing that Norah and Sean were an item now.
The photo depicted the attractive couple, seemingly perfect for each other.
Joanna eximed, “Knew it! I always had a feeling something was up with Norah and Mr. Scott! Even though they say they’re just friends, there’s definitely a vibe around them!”
Despite her direct inquiries previously, Norah had insisted that they were merely friends.
“Calling someone just a friend is pretty much a ceholder for when it’s time toe clean. When two people are into each other, it’s only a matter of time before they get together. I’m totally rooting for them! Ah, I’m buzzing with excitement, so thrilled!”
“Bryson, are you done? I need to give Norah an earful over an international call. She kept me in the dark about something so huge. Ugh, I’m actually peeved!” Joanna was excited.
Joanna grabbed her phone back, attempting to reach Norah, but found her line continuously engaged. “Who’s calling Norah now? It’s driving me nuts! I just want to get the scoop directly from her!”
Bryson,ing back to reality, gently tapped Joanna on the head. “Let’s give it a moment. Norah’s probably tied up with something. We can try calling herter.”
Joanna swatted his hand away, visibly irked. “Bryson, if you had been a bit more impressive, you could’ve been the one for Norah. Imagine that. We could have been one big happy family.”
“Don’t be silly. Anyway, you’re going to find someone, too,” Bryson said, pushing down the twinge of sadness and offering Joanna a smile.
“What, do you want to stay single and live at home forever?” Duncan stopped peeling fruit at that remark. “And what if I do? Are our parents or you going to throw me out?”
Joanna lifted her chin. “Of course not,” Bryson reassured her.
“Then that settles it. It’s a shame you missed out on your chance.” Joanna let out a heavy sigh and took a bite of her fruit.
Bryson tried to lighten the mood, tousling her hair. “Enough with the nonsense. My feelings for Norah are purely out of respect and admiration, nothing more.”
“Really? You couldn’t possibly develop deeper feelings? Bryson, sometimes you’re so oblivious. Just finish up and leave. You’re starting to annoy me. Go make some more money. It certainly wouldn’t hurt.” Joanna waved her hand dismissively.
Bryson, feeling somewhat at a loss, nodded at Duncan. “Mr. Garcia, I appreciate how you’ve looked out for Joanna.”
Duncan rose, his presence marked by a cool air. “Mr. Andrews, the pleasure is mine. Joanna is the finest student I’ve ever had the privilege to coach. I only show respect for her.”
Joanna, munching on her food, nced at Duncan. Duncan’s skin was sun-kissed, and his sharp features radiated rugged handsomeness. His height alone was reassuring, and Joanna couldn’t help but acknowledge his well-sculpted physique.
Suddenly, she wondered why these thoughts crossed her mind.
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