Zara Jameson, upon mentioning writing a letter, Ryan Wesley suddenly came back to life, full of energy.
Anyone with eyes could see how happy he was.
Purple Summers: ââ¦â
Did she misunderstand somethingâ¦
Purple couldnât help but look at Jane McCain, finding that Jane had a beaming face, showing no signs of upset.
Could it be she really misunderstood?
Purple was so confused that when Jane went to the restroom, she quickly followed and asked casually as if nothing was important, âWhen are you planning to confess to your crush?â
Jane was startled by her question.
Purple reminded her, âLast time we went to Peachwater Village, the sorceress said you would get what your heart desired.â
Janeâs face fell immediately, and she said indignantly, âThat sorceress really is a fraud! Iâve liked him for so long, but he ended up marrying someone else!â
Purpleâs face was a picture of shock, âYou⦠youâre not into Ryan Wesley?â
âAh?â Janeâs eyes widened in surprise, âMe into Ryan Wesley? Purple, are you kidding me? How could I possibly like him?!â
Purple was even more surprised than Jane and blurted out, âBut I always thought you two were an item! Arenât you guys close?â
Jane: ââ¦â
After a moment of speechlessness, Jane sighed while holding her forehead, âPurple, sometimes youâre really smart, but other times, how can you be⦠sigh!â
Her tone was quite heavy.
âMy relationship with Ryan Wesley is purely platonic,â Jane seriously told Purple, âBesides, he has always had feelings for Zara, how could you mistake me and him as a couple?â
Having said that, and without waiting for Purpleâs reaction, Jane exclaimed in horror, âOh no, does Zara also misunderstand me and Ryan?! What am I to do⦠Oh, itâs so frustrating! You and Zara need to work on your emotional intelligence!â
Purple: ââ¦â
Jane returned to the restaurant looking worried, probably afraid of being misunderstood again, and deliberately sat far away from Ryan Wesley.
Zara just thought Jane didnât want to be crammed and didnât mind it.
Yet Purple was rather downcast, and while eating her meal, she found the food tasteless.
She recalled Allen Riveraâs assessment of her and became even more puzzled: Is my emotional intelligence really that low?
She had always thought⦠she was the goddess of wisdom in everyoneâs eyes, but it turned out not to be the case at allâ¦
This little episode made Purple feel inner defeat, leading her to a deeper understanding of herselfâ¦
The celebration dinner finally came to an end.
When Ryan Wesley went to pay the bill, the attendant informed him that it had already been taken care of.
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âWho paid for the meal?â Jane asked in surprise.
The attendant said with a smile, âA gentleman at table six.â
They looked over and saw a few men sitting at table six, including Gavin Graves.
Gavin, noticing their gaze, looked up, his lips curling into a smile as he nodded at them.
They then knew that Gavin Graves had taken care of the bill.
âYoung Master Graves is always so handsome, so stylish,â Jane mused with admiration, really liking the type of man that Gavin Graves is.
Ryan Wesley was dismissive: âIâm not broke, no need for his meddling.â
âThis chain restaurant belongs to Graves Corporation, and Young Master Graves giving us a free meal is a gesture of gentlemanly grace,â Jane criticized Ryan Wesley, thinking he didnât understand anything.
âIâm not coming here to eat next time,â Ryan Wesley muttered.
Jane teased him, âYou think youâll run into Young Master Graves every time you come here? Get free meals every time? Dream on!â
Purple quietly observed the interaction between the twoâ¦
Indeed⦠although they seemed close, there was none of the subtle romantic tension between a young man and a woman, indeed more like buddiesâ¦
How had she not noticed that before?
â¦
After dinner, it was already quite late, and the four of them headed home.
When Purple returned home, she found Alexander Summers sitting in the living room watching TV.
It was indeed rare. Ever since the school term started, Purple had not seen Alexander coming home.
She put down her bag and picked up a tangerine from the coffee table.
Alexander watched her closely, his brow furrowed, and he asked in a dark tone, âWhere have you been today?â