Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 51: Chapter 51
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"How is it improper?" Sir Whitmore asked icily.
"As Victor's fiancée I'm lodged farthest from him, while Ellie is beside him. People will gossip about her, not me. Grandpa, her reputation matters most," Annabelle insisted.
He snorted. "That's none of your concern. No one in the Whitmore family is so foul-mouthed; no one would dare malign Ellie. The room goes back today."
Tears welled in Annabelle's eyes. "Sir Whitmore... but I'm the—"
Adaline hurried on, "Sir Whitmore, Ellie is my daughter—I know her best. I'm only afraid she still harbors feelings for Victor and might do something outrageous, disgracing you. Staying here truly isn't appropriate."
Elena's back went cold at her mother's words.
To protect her own daughter, Mother had smeared her—accusing her of coveting Annie's fiancé!
Sir Whitmore didn't like her wording, yet he fixated on one point.
"Feelings? You're saying Ellie still hasn't let Victor go?" he pressed.
Adaline froze, realizing she'd dug her own grave, but with no way out she nodded. "Yes, but Victor only cares about Annie. Feelings can't be forced."
Sir Whitmore cared nothing for where his grandson's heart lay; what he heard was that Ellie still cared for him, and the thought thrilled him.
Just then, Elena suddenly opened her mouth to speak.
Elena said with a sweet yet unyielding smile, "Mom, you're absolutely right, but Sir Whitmore arranged this room especially for me. It would be rude—and frankly irresponsible—for me to give it up. You wouldn't want me to disappoint him, would you?"
Adaline's eyes flew open in disbelief. "You—"
Julian could no longer stay silent; his voice dropped into a warning growl. "Since you admit Mom is right, you should do as she says! If you end up causing trouble, can you afford the consequences?"
Elena answered calmly, "Relax, Brother. If I still had any romantic illusions about President Whitmore, I wouldn't have agreed to break off the engagement in the first place. Besides, if Victor and Annie's love is truly unshakable, one little room won't threaten it, will it?"
Adaline sputtered, "You—!"
"Enough!" Sir Whitmore barked, secretly delighted that Elena insisted on staying next door to his grandson.
Sir Whitmore turned to a waiter. "Please bring Miss Ellie's luggage here immediately."
"Thank you, Grandpa Whitmore," Elena replied sweetly.
Moments later Elena's suitcases were carried inside, while Annabelle's trunk was unceremoniously dumped at the doorway.
The Bennetts stared, faces flushing an angry shade of purple, yet powerless to intervene as their precious daughter was forced into the far-off room.
Elevator Car
Victor had heard every word of the exchange.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his mouth; only after the room switch was settled did he step out of the elevator lobby.
Annabelle's room was closest to the elevator, so she spotted Victor first.
"Victor, you're here!" Annabelle, brimming with grievance, rushed over and slipped her arm through his.
"My room is so far from yours—I'm scared to stay there alone. Could you move to the room next to mine?"
Julian chimed in, "Yes, Victor. I'd feel better if my little sister weren't alone. Why don't I trade rooms with you—it'd be more convenient."
Victor's face remained unreadable, yet his gaze slid past them to rest on Elena.
"As Victor's fiancée I'm lodged farthest from him, while Ellie is beside him. People will gossip about her, not me. Grandpa, her reputation matters most," Annabelle insisted.
He snorted. "That's none of your concern. No one in the Whitmore family is so foul-mouthed; no one would dare malign Ellie. The room goes back today."
Tears welled in Annabelle's eyes. "Sir Whitmore... but I'm the—"
Adaline hurried on, "Sir Whitmore, Ellie is my daughter—I know her best. I'm only afraid she still harbors feelings for Victor and might do something outrageous, disgracing you. Staying here truly isn't appropriate."
Elena's back went cold at her mother's words.
To protect her own daughter, Mother had smeared her—accusing her of coveting Annie's fiancé!
Sir Whitmore didn't like her wording, yet he fixated on one point.
"Feelings? You're saying Ellie still hasn't let Victor go?" he pressed.
Adaline froze, realizing she'd dug her own grave, but with no way out she nodded. "Yes, but Victor only cares about Annie. Feelings can't be forced."
Sir Whitmore cared nothing for where his grandson's heart lay; what he heard was that Ellie still cared for him, and the thought thrilled him.
Just then, Elena suddenly opened her mouth to speak.
Elena said with a sweet yet unyielding smile, "Mom, you're absolutely right, but Sir Whitmore arranged this room especially for me. It would be rude—and frankly irresponsible—for me to give it up. You wouldn't want me to disappoint him, would you?"
Adaline's eyes flew open in disbelief. "You—"
Julian could no longer stay silent; his voice dropped into a warning growl. "Since you admit Mom is right, you should do as she says! If you end up causing trouble, can you afford the consequences?"
Elena answered calmly, "Relax, Brother. If I still had any romantic illusions about President Whitmore, I wouldn't have agreed to break off the engagement in the first place. Besides, if Victor and Annie's love is truly unshakable, one little room won't threaten it, will it?"
Adaline sputtered, "You—!"
"Enough!" Sir Whitmore barked, secretly delighted that Elena insisted on staying next door to his grandson.
Sir Whitmore turned to a waiter. "Please bring Miss Ellie's luggage here immediately."
"Thank you, Grandpa Whitmore," Elena replied sweetly.
Moments later Elena's suitcases were carried inside, while Annabelle's trunk was unceremoniously dumped at the doorway.
The Bennetts stared, faces flushing an angry shade of purple, yet powerless to intervene as their precious daughter was forced into the far-off room.
Elevator Car
Victor had heard every word of the exchange.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his mouth; only after the room switch was settled did he step out of the elevator lobby.
Annabelle's room was closest to the elevator, so she spotted Victor first.
"Victor, you're here!" Annabelle, brimming with grievance, rushed over and slipped her arm through his.
"My room is so far from yours—I'm scared to stay there alone. Could you move to the room next to mine?"
Julian chimed in, "Yes, Victor. I'd feel better if my little sister weren't alone. Why don't I trade rooms with you—it'd be more convenient."
Victor's face remained unreadable, yet his gaze slid past them to rest on Elena.
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