Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 48: Chapter 48
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He wanted nothing more than to take her away, yet he had no grounds whatsoever.
Victor held her gaze. "Take good care of that knee. Grandpa's birthday party is next weekend—please come on time so he won't worry."
Elena nodded calmly. "I understand. Thank you, President Whitmore."
Victor turned to leave, but Annabelle caught his sleeve. "I'm sorry, Victor, please don't be angry. I was just—"
"You should apologize to someone else, not me," Victor said coldly.
Annabelle's heart sank; in his eyes she saw only disappointment.
She clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms—all because of Elena, that wretch!
With the spectacle over, Elena rose and started for her room.
"Wait," Adaline called after her.
The woman's face had already softened into kindly benevolence, a far cry from her earlier chill.
"Elena, you've always been close to Sir Whitmore and know what he likes. This birthday party is crucial for Annie—whether she can get engaged to Victor depends on dispelling Sir Whitmore's prejudice against her."
Elena met her eyes. "What would you like me to do?"
"What does Sir Whitmore usually enjoy?"
"Fishing, good tea, and collecting antiques."
Adaline shot Annabelle a look. "Annie, remember that. You must win Sir Whitmore's favor this time."
Annabelle nodded hard. "I will, Mom, but..."
"But what?"
Annabelle glanced at Elena. "If Elena prepares those same gifts, what then?"
Adaline turned to Elena at once. "Elena, don't prepare any of the three things you just mentioned. Understood?"
"Since you want Annie and Victor engaged as soon as possible, you mustn't upstage your sister at Sir Whitmore's birthday party. Remember that."
If Victor hadn't specifically asked her to attend Sir Whitmore's banquet, Adaline would rather Elena stayed home altogether.
Elena Bennett curved her lips, but the smile never reached her eyes, and said, "Mom, relax. I'm not buying any of that—it costs money I don't have. Besides, I never meant to grab anything that belongs to Annie. You heard President Whitmore just now, didn't you?"
Adaline stared for a moment, then forced an awkward smile and pressed a bank card into her daughter's hand.
"I can't believe I let it slip my mind—this is the card you used to use. Go on, spend it," she said.
Elena Bennett glanced at the card, hesitated only a heartbeat, then pushed it back into her mother's palm. "That won't be necessary, Mom. Thank you," she said.
Weekend.
Sir Whitmore's birthday party was being held at Cloudsea Resort.
He had booked rooms for everyone and invited a swarm of relatives to arrive a day early for the celebration.
The Bennett family reached the resort, where a cheerful young clerk hurried forward to greet them and relieve them of their luggage.
"Mr. Bennett, Adaline, right this way, please. Sir Whitmore has prepared rooms especially for you," the clerk said, bowing.
"Thank you," Adaline replied with a polite smile.
The attendant led them up to the third floor and handed each person a key card.
Elena took hers and followed the numbered signs until she found her door.
It was tucked at the very end of the corridor.
Every other Bennett room, she noticed, had been clustered together farther up the hall.
Annabelle unlocked her own room and immediately asked, "Which one is Young Master Victor's?"
"Right there," the attendant said, pointing to the door beside Elena's.
Victor held her gaze. "Take good care of that knee. Grandpa's birthday party is next weekend—please come on time so he won't worry."
Elena nodded calmly. "I understand. Thank you, President Whitmore."
Victor turned to leave, but Annabelle caught his sleeve. "I'm sorry, Victor, please don't be angry. I was just—"
"You should apologize to someone else, not me," Victor said coldly.
Annabelle's heart sank; in his eyes she saw only disappointment.
She clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms—all because of Elena, that wretch!
With the spectacle over, Elena rose and started for her room.
"Wait," Adaline called after her.
The woman's face had already softened into kindly benevolence, a far cry from her earlier chill.
"Elena, you've always been close to Sir Whitmore and know what he likes. This birthday party is crucial for Annie—whether she can get engaged to Victor depends on dispelling Sir Whitmore's prejudice against her."
Elena met her eyes. "What would you like me to do?"
"What does Sir Whitmore usually enjoy?"
"Fishing, good tea, and collecting antiques."
Adaline shot Annabelle a look. "Annie, remember that. You must win Sir Whitmore's favor this time."
Annabelle nodded hard. "I will, Mom, but..."
"But what?"
Annabelle glanced at Elena. "If Elena prepares those same gifts, what then?"
Adaline turned to Elena at once. "Elena, don't prepare any of the three things you just mentioned. Understood?"
"Since you want Annie and Victor engaged as soon as possible, you mustn't upstage your sister at Sir Whitmore's birthday party. Remember that."
If Victor hadn't specifically asked her to attend Sir Whitmore's banquet, Adaline would rather Elena stayed home altogether.
Elena Bennett curved her lips, but the smile never reached her eyes, and said, "Mom, relax. I'm not buying any of that—it costs money I don't have. Besides, I never meant to grab anything that belongs to Annie. You heard President Whitmore just now, didn't you?"
Adaline stared for a moment, then forced an awkward smile and pressed a bank card into her daughter's hand.
"I can't believe I let it slip my mind—this is the card you used to use. Go on, spend it," she said.
Elena Bennett glanced at the card, hesitated only a heartbeat, then pushed it back into her mother's palm. "That won't be necessary, Mom. Thank you," she said.
Weekend.
Sir Whitmore's birthday party was being held at Cloudsea Resort.
He had booked rooms for everyone and invited a swarm of relatives to arrive a day early for the celebration.
The Bennett family reached the resort, where a cheerful young clerk hurried forward to greet them and relieve them of their luggage.
"Mr. Bennett, Adaline, right this way, please. Sir Whitmore has prepared rooms especially for you," the clerk said, bowing.
"Thank you," Adaline replied with a polite smile.
The attendant led them up to the third floor and handed each person a key card.
Elena took hers and followed the numbered signs until she found her door.
It was tucked at the very end of the corridor.
Every other Bennett room, she noticed, had been clustered together farther up the hall.
Annabelle unlocked her own room and immediately asked, "Which one is Young Master Victor's?"
"Right there," the attendant said, pointing to the door beside Elena's.
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