Coolest Girl in Town

Yuri thought it was impolite to continue declining, so she accepted the chicken wing and took a small bite.

“How is it? Delicious, right?” Tara asked excitedly, as if she was the one who made it.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Yuri replied politely.

Brendan’s face darkened even more at her words. He was sure that she hated him, not the food.

“Brendan is really good with his hands. Since he’s great at making clothes, cooking isn’t a huge problem for him,” Madeline proudly boasted.

“Speaking of which—” Tara continued the conversation. “—I’ve always been a fan of Mr. Brendan’s designs. I didn’t expect you to be so good at cooking, though. Whoever marries you would have such a happy life.”

“Oh, right!” She paused and turned around to grab Brendan’s jacket. “My birthday’s coming up, Mr. Brendan. Can I make a reservation with you to make a gown for me?”

Madeline rolled her eyes at Tara’s question, thinking that no one was interested when Tara’s birthday was. “Brendan’s atelier is packed. I’m afraid he won’t have time for new jobs,” Madeline piped in.

“Oh no, what a shame. I’ve always dreamed of wearing a gown designed by Mr. Brendan for my birthday banquet. Seems like it won’t be happening.” Tara sighed dejectedly and lowered her head.

Meanwhile, Yuri was like an outsider throughout the whole conversation. She was calculating the calories on each bite of the chicken wing as she thought about how much she would need to exercise to burn it off later.

However, Brendan’s eyes were on her all the time. He saw no reaction from her, and his fists tightened in his pockets. Out of spite, he agreed to Tara’s request. “I can do that for you if you require it, Miss Lambert.”

“Really?!” Tara lifted her head at his words. She jumped up excitedly and hugged him. “Oh my God! That’s great, Mr. Brendan. Thank you so much!”

“Ahem! Ahem!” Madeline kept coughing, trying to hint at them to mind their distance.

Noticing her cough, Tara let Brendan go and took a step back. She bit her lips and said shyly, “I’m sorry. I got too excited. Mr. Brendan, please excuse my behavior.”

Yuri was still in her world, thinking about the fashion sketches she had to amend.

At that point, Brendan was burning with rage at her indifference. His rage came and went, but there was nothing he could do.

Madeline looked between Yuri and Tara, and she became frustrated as a result.

one she was not fond of kept intruding.

her mind, Madeline pulled up her sleeves and dragged Tara toward the swimming pool. “I think you’re suffering from a heatstroke. Come here! Go down

“No, Mrs. Griffith. I—”

need to be shy.” Madeline did not let Tara speak and took away the phone in her hands. “I’ll keep this safe for you. Don’t worry, go

“No, I—”

“Ah!”

and she was pushed into the pool

and shrieked with her arms flapping

either. If both of us were to fall into

vibes did not match at

only Brendan was nearby. Sensing that Tara was going to drown,

a look at the unconscious Tara on the floor. He nonchalantly took a bite off his skewer and said, “She probably needs CPR. Brendan, you should finish the

“Stop giving out bad ideas.

placed a fist against Tara’s chest and used the other hand to pump her fist, punching

body kept shaking with the

finally coughed

and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. “Your body is too

get you a change of clothes. You’re shocked and cold. You should rest in

disturb Yuri

wink, hinting at him to grab

they left. He then turned around to look at Yuri, but she avoided his

ignited at her avoidance. So, he turned around

——

…

music was booming. Charrisa sat in a corner with her legs propped up on the sofa, drinking from the beer in her

from the club walked in with a phone in his hands. He shook his head solemnly.

heads

on leaving us, right?”