Love's New Bloom by Simone Hastings

Chapter 110 Feel Sorry for Me

While Erin was hesitating about how to answer, a familiar voice sounded from behind them. The voice was deep and extremely pleasant to the ears. “Simon.”

Simon looked toward the person and his consistently frigid face showed a hint of a smile. “Chandler!”

Erin froze upon hearing the man’s voice, while Holly turned around and saw Chandler. She whispered discreetly, “Erin, it’s Chandler …

Erin kept her head down and refused to turn around. On the other hand, Chandler followed Simon’s line of sight and spotted the two of them who were standing not far away.

“Chandler, your friend came to pick me up. She said she wanted to thank me by treating me to a meal.” Simon’s gaze landed squarely on Erin.

“Oh, who is it?” Chandler asked coldly.

Holly smiled awkwardly toward Chandler and pointed at Erin. “It’s her.”

No matter how much Erin tried to pretend this wasn’t happening, she had to face reality at the end of the day. She finally turned around and said, “Hey, long time no see.”

Seeing her greet him so nonchalantly, Chandler’s expression hardened as he turned to Simon and said, “Let’s go.”

Chandler’s apparent dislike toward Erin made Simon cast a subtle glance at her. Helpless, Erin looked at his aloof figure and pouted. She felt very uncomfortable, and a fiery flame of resentment surged in her heart.

After their breakup, he’d gone back to being that distant and unreachable handsome guy, and Erin had reverted to her former sell.

They were supposed to have nothing to do with each other anymore, yet they always seemed to encounter each other through their shared circle of friends. Feeling annoyed. Erin wondered if she should change her entire circle of friends.

Five minutes later, Holly and Erin walked out of the airport, preparing to take a taxi back. Unexpectedly, they saw Simon standing by the roadside not far away, waving at them.

Holly excitedly pulled Erin’s hand and walked forward.

When they reached Simon, he took the initiative to speak, “Miss Lane, is the lunch invitation still valid?”

it’s still valid!” Holly immediately spoke up.

who was in

unexpectedly acted like a gentleman

was pushed into the car by Holly. Once they were all seated, Chandler glanced at the rearview mirror and

away.

seated in the passenger seat, asked, “Why did you personally come to pick me up

asked me to pick you

very

“How’s Uncle Andrew doing? I heard he was hospitalized

are many things that could have been handled

about family matters while the two women in the backseat

toward the backseat and said, “I’m really sorry.

fine. No worries,” Holly quickly responded with

and worried for her. She wondered if it was really a good idea to

dumbfounded, wondering if Chandler chose this restaurant deliberately. It immediately reminded

she was hesitant to get off the car, Simon

a hint of anxiety. She silently suppressed the sadness in her heart and

over, Chandler and I always eat here. Don’t worry. Miss Lane. I won’t make you

off the

eat. Quentin merely asked her to come over to meet with him and nothing else. Upon returning to the same

online. Erin’s smile became even brighter. Compared to almost dying from a poisoned needle, splurging and treating others to a lavish meal was nothing. Fortunately, she’d brought all her bank cards and credit cards

restroom right away instead of sitting down.

only two exceptionally handsome men left looking at the menu. The nearby waitstaff couldn’t help but stare. They’d seen many wealthy heirs and celebrities from the entertainment industry, but the four individuals today were exceptionally pleasing to look at. It made them feel fortunate to be able to work as a waitstaff at the Grand Oyster Restaurant.

was refreshing to look

stood next to Erin and asked, “Erin, you don’t look well. Are you feeling under the weather? If

thanking Simon, in the same way, would make

do you look so

she replied, “Chandler’s father asked me to meet him here

infuriated Holly. “What? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Is Chandler doing this on purpose? There’s no