The woman next to Joseph Grant: "…"
Giving away the cupcake seemed trivial, but she clearly sensed Joseph's unusual attitude towards the woman in front of him and couldn't help but act coy.
"Joseph, are you really just going to give her the cupcake?"
"Shut up."
Joseph let out a cold sneer. Suddenly, he found this woman quite pretentious.
He withdrew the hand from her arm and said in an almost emotionally detached tone, "Miss White, we're officially breaking up."
Having said that, he turned around and left the Honey Sugar Workshop without a trace of mercy.
Miranda White was momentarily stunned.
Was Joseph breaking up with her just over a cupcake?
Joseph, the young master of the Grant Family, was said to be dissatisfied with everything his grandfather arranged for him. He always wanted to contradict his family, not just by entering the entertainment industry but also by dating numerous girlfriends, and she was the one who had been with him the longest among them. She thought she was special in Joseph's heart.
The truth proved she meant no more to him than any other woman.
The only difference was that she never opposed him.
Was her first opposition today the reason for this death sentence?
No!
She would never allow Joseph to break up with her so easily.
She hurried after him.
Joseph returned to his car, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a splitting headache.
In fact, ever since yesterday, he'd felt as if he were sick, able to see those eyes in his dreams.
Those eyes, intensely calm, yet sparkling like brilliant stars, seen clearly even through the setting sun's misty haze.
Those eyes were truly beautiful!
Beautiful enough to want to possess!
When he looked up again, he saw Miranda standing not far away, blocking his way.
His expression turned cold again.
He got out of the car and walked over to Miranda, looking at her as if he was sighing.
"Why don't you have such eyes?"
Miranda stared blankly at Joseph, whose eyes were now intensely focused on her, his dark pupils clearly reflecting her image. For a moment, it seemed as if he saw nothing but her, but she knew it was just an illusion, a figment of her imagination.
She wanted to speak and plead, but as soon as she called his name, Joseph interrupted.
"Miranda, you know my temper. I've never liked being pestered. If you don't want to cut things off with me completely, I can recommend you as the lead actress in Director Fang's new script."
Hearing this, Miranda swallowed down all the words she wanted to say.
She knew there was no point in saying anything more.
Watching Joseph's departing figure, she let out a self-mocking laugh.
She was probably ridiculing her own naivety, thinking that being with him for two years would truly win his heart.
For the aloof and arrogant young master Joseph, she really hoped he would one day taste the heartbreak of unrequited love.
*
*
At this moment.
In the Landon Family mansion.
Durrell Landon sat nonchalantly, eyes half-closed as if still not fully awake, showing no regard for the person sitting in the main seat.
The old Landon's eyes were somewhat profound, and only after taking a sip of tea did he unhurriedly say, "Durrell, how is your health?"
Seeing that his grandfather had finally spoken, Durrell slowly opened his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips:
"Thanks to you, Grandpa, I am now completely fine."
The old man looked at Durrell seated not far away, his grip on the teacup involuntarily tightening.
This grandson was just like his father, doing nothing yet giving the impression that everything was under control.
To avoid the tragedies of the past, he took drastic measures to clip his wings, leaving him powerless to rebel.
Though seeing him mixing in the entertainment industry was what he wanted, he remained uneasy.
This grandson perfectly inherited his beloved son's qualities, but also carried the lineage of that woman, which he found filthy.
The old man set down the teacup and appraised him:
"I asked you here today to talk about when you're planning to marry the girl from the Windsor Estate, now that she's returned."
Upon hearing this, Durrell let out a dismissive laugh:
"Grandpa, I'm not going to marry her, so you can forget about it."
The old man's eyebrows furrowed slightly but quickly smoothed out.
"Let's not talk about this for now. Since you rarely come home, stay for lunch at the mansion."
Evelyn Windsor rarely visited the Landon Family mansion, which was vast, displaying rich cultural heritage, but it also conveyed a heavy, oppressive feeling.
In truth, she didn't particularly like it.
But the old man's invitation was not something she dared to refuse.
Inside.
The butler came in to report, "Sir, young master, Miss Windsor has arrived."
The old man gestured, "Invite her in."
The butler responded and then left.
The old man looked warmly at Durrell: "Chloe's been back for a while. I invited her over for a meal. Surely you won't act up?"
Now Durrell could finally see why his grandfather insisted on him coming back, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.
He put down the teacup heavily, stood up unceremoniously, and said, "Grandpa, I'm not feeling well, we can have a meal another time."
With that, he prepared to leave.
The old man, seeing Durrell about to leave, immediately ordered, "Stop!"
Durrell left without even turning his head.
Furious, the old man crushed the cup in his hand.
As Durrell stepped out of the dim hall, he ran into Evelyn coming towards him.
Evelyn felt her heart skip uncontrollably.
The golden sunlight fell upon his face, illuminating his godlike features clearly before her, and she couldn't help but gently murmur his name:
"Durrell…"
Evelyn called his name, and Durrell merely glanced at her before passing her by.
Evelyn was smart and knew the old man brought her there to meet Durrell.
She hurriedly turned to stop him.
"Durrell, wait…"
At that moment, his impatience was already obvious.
"What do you want to say?"
"Durrell, are you in such a hurry to leave because you don't want to see me?"
"Yes!"
Evelyn was taken aback.
He didn't even hesitate when saying this.
He used to never treat her with such ruthless bluntness.
She had only been away for three years, could three years change a person so much?
She was confident that Durrell would wait for her, but now she was no longer sure.
She felt an inexplicable panic, as if something was slipping away from her, and she couldn't grasp it no matter what.