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    Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.


    Jolie’s voice came from outside. “Elena, lunch is ready.”


    ncing at her sketches, Elena saw she hadpleted six designs—enough for now. She packed up her things, opened the door, and followed Jolie downstairs.


    Only Jolie, Elena, and Elyse were present at the table.


    Elyse carefully ced a piece of fish onto Jolie’s te, her tone gentle as she tried to win her favor. “This is your favorite, right?”


    Jolie observed her cautious behavior. Not wanting to hold a grudge against her, she epted it with a small nod. “Thank you, Elyse. You should eat more too.”


    Elyse beamed. “Thanks!”


    Then, she picked up a piece of rib and ced it on Elena’s te. “Elena, Ailie made these ribs. They taste amazing—you should try one.”


    Elena eyed the rib but didn’t touch it.


    Noticing this, Elyse’s face fell slightly. “Why aren’t you eating? Is it because of what happened earlier? I never said anything! Samira misunderstood me, and so did you! I’m really happy that you’re back.”


    “It’s unhygienic.”


    “What?” Elyse froze, caught off guard.


    Elena lifted her gaze. “Your fork has saliva on it.”


    Elyse had hoped to stir emotions and y the victim, but she never expected to be shut down so bluntly.


    For a moment, she was at a loss for words.


    Jolie, who hadn’t noticed at first, now nced at the fish on her te and suddenly lost her appetite.


    Wanting to smooth things over without being too harsh, Jolie gently advised, “Elyse, you should eat it yourself. There’s no need for formalities among family.”


    By the end of the meal, neither Elena nor Jolie had touched the food Elyse had picked up for them.


    Elyse sensed a change in Jolie’s demeanor toward her.


    A wave of anxiety washed over her—she needed to find a way to win back Jolie’s warmth.


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    That evening, Jolie busied herself arranging the bouquet Alexander had sent. She carefully trimmed the stems, adjusted the leaves, and ced the flowers in a vase with precision.


    Golden roses, glistening with droplets of water, stood out beautifully against the fresh green foliage, creating an elegant disy.


    Elyse approached with a bowl of bird’s nest soup, setting it gently on the table. “Jolie, I made this just for you. You’ve been overworking yourself and barely taking a break.”


    Jolie nced at the soup and gave a small nod. “That’s kind of you. Just leave it there.”


    After cing the bowl down, Elyse settled beside her.


    Her gaze was earnest as she hesitated before asking, “Are you upset with me?”


    Jolie paused, lifting her eyes to meet Elyse’s.


    She saw the redness in Elyse’s eyes, the unease written across her face. Jolie exhaled softly before replying, “Elyse, I’m not.”


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