Sure enough, Caryn Zachmann quickly replied again.
[How about tomorrow? Tomorrow, I want to treat everyone to a al. We haven’t gathered in a long ti.]
Govert Griffin curled his lips nonchalantly, hiding the disdain and frivolousness in his eyes. As he took out his car keys and opened the car door, one hand held his phone while replying to the ssage, his attitude unchanged from before.
[Tomorrow? Sorry, Ms. Zachmann. I might not have ti tomorrow either.]
Govert sent the ssage, assuming that Caryn would definitely not respond again given her character.
Unexpectedly, just as he stepped into the car and started the accelerator,
his phone, tossed to the side, dinged again.
His eyes showed impatience as he picked up the phone, unlocked it, and glanced at the screen.
It was still Caryn Zachmann—[When do you have ti? I’ll pick a ti that works for you to gather the people.]
"..."
Govert stared at the phone for a while, confirming that the WhatsApp profile picture was indeed hers.
Only then did he co back to his senses, but he rely placed the phone back to the side without paying further attention.
Absolutely no intention of replying to the ssage!
*
anwhile, over at Rivendell.
Caryn Zachmann had just arrived at the entrance.
It had been about ten minutes since she sent her ssage. Her phone remained silent, with Govert’s profile quiet and completely motionless.
Her face turned grim as her footsteps halted. She bit her lip hard, causing its color to pale.
What was Govert’s aning in this?
Trying to sever ties with her?
"Caryn, what’s wrong?" A friend who had arrived with her noticed her sudden pause, stopped in confusion, and tilted their head to ask, "Why did you stop all of a sudden?"
Caryn tightened her grip on her phone, pressing her lips together, making her best effort to control her emotions. Yet her expression betrayed a hint of displeasure. With a stiff face and low spirits, she replied, "It’s nothing."
As she spoke, her eyes were still fixed on her phone, clearly distracted, her thoughts lingering on the rumors circulating recently within the social circle: ’Govert Griffin has been getting close to the girl from McKinney who ca with Sadam Vinson.’
The girl from McKinney that Sadam brought—wasn’t that Nathalie Quinlan?
"..." Caryn’s brows furrowed deeply, her beautiful eyes dampened by discomfort, filled with disbelief.
Govert’s blatant effort to avoid her—could it be that he thinks Nathalie could take her place in their circle, that he’s rushing to cozy up to Nathalie’s connections?
This was outright laughable!
Although that’s what she told herself, her heart remained restless, agitated, struggling to find peace.
She continued to convince herself while annoyedly scrolling through WhatsApp. When she landed on Sadam’s contact.
Her pale fingertips hesitated for a mont before tapping into it.
Ever since Nathalie’s graduation celebration, it had mostly been one-sided ssages from her to Sadam. His attitude towards her had noticeably cooled, occasionally bothering to reply.
The most recent ssage was still stuck at three days ago when she had ssaged him inviting him out for a al. Sadam still hadn’t responded...
Caryn’s eyes shimred slightly, her heart growing even more unsettled.
Just as her friend heading toward the private room asked casually, "By the way, isn’t your school starting up soon?"
"Probably," Caryn replied absentmindedly, still looking at her phone.
Her friend didn’t think much of it, adding with interest, "Tsinghua University usually hosts a ceremonial welco for new students every year, and sotis they even invite stars to attend. What about this year? Do you know if they’re holding it?"
Caryn didn’t answer.
Her friend tilted their head again with a playful smile, saying, "If there’s going to be a ceremony this year, rember to save a spot."
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