In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 561 Plenty of Fish in the Sea

Since Lydia had recently returned to Pamore, Grace had invited her out for drinks. However, the former looked rather tired.

"You look so pale. What happened?"

In the private booth, Grace held a half-empty glass of alcohol. "Sorry, Zoey and Emily are both busy. You're the only one I could call."

She was half-drunk.

"Why are you talking like I'm some stranger?" As Lydia spoke, she poured herself a glass and took a sip.

"You haven't answered me. What's the matter?"

Grace's face was etched with worry. "Xander came back."

"Isn't that a good thing? Aren't you happy?"

"He confessed his feelings to me."

That hit Lydia like a bolt of lightning. She choked on her drink and coughed for a long time before she finally recovered.

"Confessed? When, where, and what did he say?" She was very excited.

Feeling frustrated, Grace massaged her temples and briefly recounted what had happened.

She had assumed that Lydia would be outraged. So she was surprised to see the latter smiling mischievously instead.

"That's a creepy smile."

Lydia took the glass from her hand. "This is so sweet. I got a sugar rush."

Grace laughed in amusement. "You're crazy."

"Think about it—why did Xander come back? He couldn't help it after seeing you with Benjamin. That's because he cares. He's jealous! Isn't that enough to show you that he likes you?"

Lydia thought for a bit and asked, "Don't you like him?"

Grace shook her head and said, "It's not that I don't like him. It's just that everything feels too rushed. There are many things I don't understand properly, and suddenly ..."

Especially under those circumstances.

"Love is like that. Everything doesn't always go according to plan. If it did, what kind of love would that be? That would be no different from work."

That made some sense.

"Who confessed first between you and Caleb?"

Lydia suddenly looked up at the ceiling when she heard Grace's question. "What did you say? It's too noisy. I couldn't hear properly." Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Grace hit her playfully.

Lydia laughed, and the two of them continued to banter.

Suddenly, a voice called out, "Milady!"

Looking up, they noticed that it was Timothy, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.

He was holding a bottle of alcohol and had clearly come from the private booth next to theirs. Frederick and others were behind him.

Grace's smile faded, and she muttered, "I would have gone to church if I had known that you would be here. Why are you here?"

Timothy clicked his tongue, sitting down with a displeased expression. "Milady, your words are quite harsh. We have a history. You don't have to be so hostile."

Grace leaned on Lydia's shoulder, utterly bored. "Stop spreading rumors. I've never dated you."

"I pursued you fervently. How does that not count?"

Grace couldn't be bothered to respond.

Frederick patted Timothy and said, "Enough. If your woman finds out, you'll be in for it."

"It was just a joke."

Grace caught on and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

Frederick gestured wildly, narrating with relish. "They're having a blast. She likes riding horses, so he bought Pamore's biggest horse farm for her.

"When she got into esports, he invested five million dollars in her favorite team without even batting an eye."

Timothy elbowed him. "You talk too much."

Grace chuckled. "The playboy also has his moments of irrationality."

Timothy beamed with happiness.

"I can't help it. I've fallen for her. Only now have I realized that there are plenty more fish in the sea!"

"She must come from a notable background to have you spend so freely. Does Mr. Donegan Senior know?" Grace teased.

Frederick was about to speak, but Timothy stopped him.