A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 777

Portia glanced up, her eyes flashing with annoyance and a touch of concern for Mavis.

Uriah looked like he'd just bitten into a slice of burnt toast. His face soured

instantly.

"I'm her mentor. Of course she should listen to me. Why would I ever hurt her?" he snapped.

Portia arched an eyebrow. "Aren't you hurting her, though? We all know Norton's a good guy-solid character, no red flags, loaded, good-looking, gentle as a lamb. What's not to like?"

She leaned in, smirking. "Or is it that you, Mr. Stewart, say you don't care about our Mavis, but deep down, you're head over heels? Is that why you can't stand to see anyone else making a move on her?"

"If that's the case, you're way out of line as a mentor, aren't you?" she teased. "You like her, but you won't make it official!"

Uriah's jaw clenched. "I do not like her like that! She's my apprentice, that's it. I'm just looking out for her. Since when do mentors fall for their apprentices?"

really? Then

rapid-fire round of Nerf darts, and Uriah's expression went from pale to green. He barely touched

cheerful clinking of cutlery replaced by

shifted in her seat, nervous. She quickly tried to change the subject. "Portia, let's just eat, okay? You love this clam chowder. Have some more!" She

message. She'd said enough; one more jab and

the mood. "Alright, let's eat before everything goes cold. There's nothing worse than lukewarm mac

relaxed a bit, turning back to their plates. The conversation slowly picked up again, more about weekend plans and less about messy

over Mavis-offering her more roast chicken, asking if she wanted extra

said nothing, but deep down, Portia's words echoed in his mind. He shouldn't overthink it. Mavis was his apprentice. He couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't like

smoothly enough, everyone chatting and

Monty and his crew hadn't joined

room together, only to find Monty and the

doing it under

they saw Calliope, Monty rushed over. "Callie, your mom

you give her