Chapter 325 The figure reaching out was Oneida. She gripped the hot soup bowl in her hand, her gaze sharp and cold as she stared down Cece. Her features were severe, her presence overwhelmingly intimidating. As her fingers tightened slightly, her knuckles stood out, as if she was a second away from crushing the porcelain bowl. Cece was startled by Oneidaâs sudden approach. She hadnât expected Oneida to burst forward with such agility. Oneida was quicker on her feet than she had imagined. The maid at their side, sensing Oneidaâs arrival, instinctively let go of her grip. And so, at this moment, the scene turned into a standâoff, with Oneida and Cece each holding onto one side of the soup bowl, neither willing to let go.
âLet go,â Cece demanded, her voice steady as she recovered from the initial shock, her eyes glaring daggers at Oneida.
Oneida gave her a cold glance and scoffed, âWhat if I donât?â
âYou...â Ceceâs eyebrows knotted in frustration, on the verge of an outburst.
At this point, Oneidaâs back was turned to the dining room door while Cece, facing her, could see the doorway perfectly. Ceceâs eyes paused, clearly spotting something. Her expression changed the next moment, showing a hint of agony, âOneida, why are you trying to take my soup?â
Oneida, confused, just tightened her grip on the bowl, pulling it toward herselfâwhen suddenly, Cece launched herself at Oneida. She didnât hit Oneida, but the soup in her hands splashed over. Cece fell to the ground in a calculated tumble. The hot soup spilled all over her. Cece bit her lip in pain, her expression turning increasingly agonized. But Oneida, watching this, felt neither joy nor satisfaction. When things donât add up, thereâs a demon at play. This abnormal behavior of Cece had to mean something.
Oneidaâs eyes flickered, and she swiftly turned aroundâto find that, as she had suspected, Jackson stood at the entrance of the dining room, tall and straight. He was dressed in a sharp dark gray suit, his deep eyes cool and detached, his handsome features indifferent. There was a lack of clear emotion on his face, just the solemn depth in his gaze focusing on both Oneida and Cece. A certain realization tightened Oneidaâs grip involuntarily.
So thatâs how it was Ceceâs drama all made sense now. By crashing into her and falling, in Jacksonâs eyesâit undoubtedly seemed like Cece fell and got herself covered in soup all because Oneida was trying to snatch the bowl away. Cece had become the perfect victim.
âOuch, it hurts!â Cece continued to lay there, her face scrunched in pain, cold sweat beading on her forehead, âThis soup is scalding...â
Then, Jackson strode forward, his deepâset eyes fixed on Cece, his handsome face as unreadable as ever.
âJackson,â Oneida called out first, her voice urgent, her eyes locked on the man in front of her. She didnât want Jackson to misunderstand her. Yet, she was torn, thinking that if Jackson truly misunderstood her, that would mean all his prior words were for naught. His affection, then, was too cheap.
If he couldnât even trust her, what love was there to speak of? With that thought, Oneidaâs fists clenched, her eyes blazing as they bore into Jackson as if trying The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)
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