Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

It was just about dinner time when Crystal finally descended the stairs. Without a word, she took a seat right next to Miranda, casting a cool glance at Elian and Sebastian before picking up her fork to dig into her meal.

Lavinia, who was fond of Crystal and well-acquainted with her quirks, found her behavior endearing rather than odd.

She smiled warmly at the two men seated at the table. "It's rare to have both of you here for dinner. I can hardly believe it! I hope the food suits your taste. If there's anything you don't like, just let me know, and I'll have them prepare something else."

As she spoke, she glanced at Miranda, who was eating with as much dedication as Crystal. "I'm genuinely happy Miranda has friends like you two. It gives me peace of mind knowing you look out for her."

Technically, the villa belonged to Miranda, not Lavinia. She was just occasionally visiting. Sebastian came to Miranda's place under the pretense of catching up with Lavinia, which was evident craft he'd showed.

Miranda paused mid-bite, her brows furrowing slightly. Looking out for her? Where did that come from?

Sebastian's eyes was imbued with gentleness. "It's been a while since I visited you, Ms. Lavinia Lancaster, so I thought I'd drop by and maintain our family ties," he said, glancing at Miranda. "Miranda is delightful, and as her elder, it's only right I look after her."

Elian's eyes were cool, but his lips curled into a slight smile. "Aunt Lavinia, don't forget, I'm your actual nephew. Why such formalities? It's not like Miranda and I are just friends."

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throat softly. "Let's not delve into you young folks' playful banter