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With exams approaching, Elara wanted to enjoy some good food, so she arranged to meet Lysander here before class ended.

Hadden mentioned that their hotel had air-freighted some seafood, inviting her to come try it out.

Elara loved gourmet food and was excited to hear about the air freighted shrimp.

Brookfield was an inland city, not near the sea, so seafood wasn't cheap.

It came at a high cost.

However, given the Kensington family's wealth, it was easy for Elara to indulge in these delicacies.

Before her time travel, she had been ill and had a limited variety of foods she could eat

Later, due to financial constraints, she couldn't afford to eat what she desired.

Fortunately, now she was back, young and healthy, able to eat whatever she wanted.

When she arrived, Lysander was standing by the water feature outside their private room, just finishing a phone call.

As soon as he saw Elara, he walked over to take her backpack.

Elara looked at him. "Did you bring Violet with you?"

Lysander nodded. "Yes."

Frowning, he asked, "Why do you insist I bring her?"

During their last encounter, Violet had treated Elara poorly, leaving Lysander with a negative impression of her.

If it hadn't been for Elara insisting he include Violet, he wouldn't have bothered to invite her.

Elara replied, "She is your cousin after all. She doesn't like me, and bringing her along is a good chance to improve our relationship."

Surprised by her desire to get along with Violet, Lysander responded, "You're not upset about what happened last time? She was so rude to you."

Elara smiled peacefully at him. "Not at all. She wasn't wrong. I was pretty foolish back then, making it obvious that I liked Asher, being his biggest admirer." She continued, "If I don't get along with Violet, and someday I marry you, wouldn't that put you in a difficult position?"

Lysander stared at her, catching the part where she mentioned marrying him.

'So, she plans to marry me?' he thought.

Before he could respond, Elara grabbed his sleeve. "Let's go. I'm starving."

She pushed open the door to their private room and walked inside.

her father. "I'm out to eat with Lysander at some hotel. I have no idea what it's called. Alright, I'll talk to you later." Upon seeing Elara and

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nonchalantly. "Hi, Violet, do you remember me? I'm Elara. We met

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you call me over? I didn't want to come. You had to drag

here."

she spoke, Violet caught a glimpse of Lysander's indifferent expression and quickly softened her tone. "If it weren't for Lysander insisting, I wouldn't have come." Lysander held a position of power in their family, which was why Violet felt

was particularly strict with her, giving

many times, when she wanted to buy

you over to enjoy

at home." Violet

said, "Alright, you can sit here. Once we finish

Elara summoned the waiter.

here, she was quite familiar with the

placed her order, the waiter left

long, a large spread of delicious food

were several styles of air-freighted mantis shrimp, including

the table were salmon and tuna sashimi, all fresh

watered at the

shrimp with gloves and said to Lysander, "This

looked at the perfectly peeled meat. "Thank

that Violet doesn't like it. We'll

nearby, had already started

gourmet meals at home, so she didn't

she was feeling a bit hungry now, and the food in front

huffed in a proud

gaze and peeled another shrimp for her. "Go on, and eat up. I'm just teasing you. If you don't eat soon,

gently, giving Violet

her and suddenly realized Elara didn't seem so bad

was quite

the waiter over to

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was very

Violet was having a great time

her assignments under Lysander's

escort her home. "I can head back on my own. You take Violet home. It's already late, and I need to rest and prepare for exams." "Good luck,"

"See you after the

"Okay." Lysander nodded.

hotel's lights shone down on them

if you want to be with

they had a

Lysander glanced at Violet.

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