Chapter 424

Bryson quickly concealed his emotions, a charming smile, unique to him, appearing on his lips. He reached out his hand and said, “Hello, I’m Bryson, a friend of Ophelia’s.”

Lenora, introverted and disinclined to interact, hesitated before extending her hand.

As their hands clasped, Bryson felt his heartache return, his fingers trembling slightly. He exerted all his strength to maintain a calm expression.

Ophelia’s sharp gaze darted between them. Seeing nothing amiss, she felt reassured and, after their greetings, immediately grabbed Lenora, heading towards the restaurant. “Let’s go, it’s dinner time,” she said.

Bryson entered last. As he sat, he suddenly realized something, his face freezing. If everything were as usual, but Lenora was here… was he really going to do that? He was going to ruin his lifelong reputation!

He was despairing, about to plead quietly with Ophelia, when Winford noticed the anomaly and fixed his gaze on him.

“Don’t you eat?”

The servant had just placed the cutlery; everyone’s plate was filled except Bryson’s, which was empty. Bryson’s face turned ashen. Before he could speak, a servant brought something and placed it before him.

Ophelia, having just taken a sip of tea, saw what it was and immediately spat it out. Winford wore a blank expression, his eyes sinister. Lenora was shocked, covering her mouth.

Before Bryson sat a pile of…mess.

Even though everyone knew it wasn’t real, even though it looked very realistic, it was definitely chocolate… but it still looked so real, right?!

Winford’s temples throbbed. “When did you develop this kind of obsession?” he asked. Where did the courage come from to serve it on the table?!

Bryson had intended to sell Ophelia, but considering Winford’s confusion regarding matters involving his wife, Bryson had already suffered enough. He forcefully swallowed the words forming in his mouth. He smiled palely and desolately. “Just suddenly, I really want to give it a try,” he said, almost gritting his teeth and casting a deeply resentful glance at Ophelia.

Ophelia burst into laughter, trembling to suppress it. Lenora was dumbfounded, incredulous, and conflicted.

When Bryson first saw her, she thought, “This person is really good-looking.” But now, all filters shattered instantly. I didn’t expect Bryson to have this kind of hobby…

She was innocent; her thoughts were plainly visible on her face. Bryson saw this and almost had a heart attack. With tears in his eyes, he picked up the spoon and scooped up a large mouthful from the pointed end. Bravely stuffing it into his mouth, he said, “The taste wasn’t bad, just a little… bitter…”

Ophelia trembled even more. Winford, though unaware of what was happening, saw her state and understood immediately. He indulged himself, helplessly pinching her nape. “You little rascal,” he said.

Ophelia raised her eyes, filled with suppressed laughter, and looked at her husband innocently. “How could I be bad? Darling, please don’t falsely accuse me.”