The Bound Between Us

Chapter 490

In the dimly lit hallway outside the office door, Anastasia paused, catching snippets of a heated phone conversation. Just as she was about to step inside, Gianna's voice filtered through, laced with frustration. "Mom, I've done everything. I even made his favorite blueberry pie and tried to win over his mother, but it's hopeless. He's just not interested. And now that he's freshly divorced, everyone's after him. I'm more anxious about this than you are, so please, stop nagging."

Anastasia was hit with a wave of surprise. Was Gianna seriously into someone? And a divorcee at that? The timing was uncanny-Anastasia had just finalized her own divorce from Herman. Could Gianna possibly be interested in the same man? Her thoughts were interrupted as an employee approached Gianna. Noticing Anastasia, Gianna's face flushed with guilt, and she quickly ended the call.

"Anastasia, how long have you been here?" Gianna asked, her voice tinged with nerves as she ushered the employee away.

"Just got here," Anastasia replied, stepping into the room. "I didn't want to interrupt. Sounded pretty serious. Did I hear correctly that you're divorced now? You never mentioned it."

"Yeah, it's over," Gianna admitted, trying to act casual. "No point in dragging it out."

Anastasia couldn't resist a bit of teasing. "Could it be that you were in a rush to divorce because there's someone new in your life?"

Gianna's smile was tight. "You caught me. I was just arguing with my mom about it. She's desperate for me to remarry, but it's not that simple."

You've been keeping secrets, cousin. I

but I didn't want to be the gossip of the family. He's divorced, and his family has high standards. It's all very uncertain right now. I'd be a laughingstock if word got out." "And who is this elusive man? With your smarts and beauty, who

When he's back in town, I'll introduce you. A man going through a second

exhaled in relief. It seemed her

what brings you here today?" Gianna shifted the

and see how the café is doing," Anastasia

"Since you're here, why don't you join me for lunch after I

Anastasia said, leaving Gianna to

of sight, relieved

jewelry magazine to pass the time. She had recently resigned from

former colleague Christine's success in a jewelry design competition caught her eye, reassuring her

fell over her table. Looking up, she saw a man she