Chapter 293
It was the day for the Chandier Jewelry contest’s final round.
Catelyn had heard that the initial rule of the contest dictated that the higher management, including Lola,
was to collect the drafts before submitting them to Granny Atherton to ensure fairness when the winner
was chosen. However, she had a change of heart and amended the rules as she wanted to appear in the
contest herself.
All the contestants were divided into three groups to go up to the stage to explain the concept behind
their designs. Granny Atherton and the other judges were to mark the design on the spot until they
eventually settled on a winner.
The fact that Lola was no longer involved in the process was good news to Catelyn as she would not
have to worry about Lola trying to screw her chances.
Catelyn happened to be in the group that was scheduled in the morning. She had to head out earlier and
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthad skipped breakfast, deciding that she would simply pick up food from stalls by the road.
She went downstairs and was about to cross the road to get to the bus station when she noticed that
Cedrick had been waiting for her.
After not seeing one another for two days, Catelyn was slightly taken by surprise. He had been so angry
the other day that she thought he would not be willing to drive her to the contest. Cedrick unlocked the
car door and glared coldly at her through the glass window. “What are you doing, standing on the side of
the road? Get in.” Catelyn pouted at his short temper, but smiled regardless and said, “Thank you for
giving me a ride. Sorry for the trouble.”
She pulled the door open and went in. Before she could fasten her seatbelt, Cedrick stepped onto the
accelerator and the car darted forward onto the highway. Catelyn was tossed backward by the sudden
shift of gravity, bumping her head into the door. She gritted her teeth at the sharp pain and turned to
glare at Cedrick. “What are you doing?”
She had not asked him to pick her up, and he could have not come at all if he was not willing to.
Satisfied by the disgruntled look on her face, he narrowed his eyes casually. At least he was not the only
one who could be pranked.
He curled his finger and tapped calmly on the steering wheel. “My feet slipped.”
“…” Catelyn knew he did it on purpose. It was his way of taking revenge on her for drawing on his face.
She could not actually explain to him that she was not the one who did it, however, so she could only
accept it in silence.
Catelyn looked away to stare outside the window, sulking.
The sun was gentle early in the morning and the streets were filled with people hurrying to work; they all
had different identities and different looks on their faces but were all working toward a better future.
They drove past a restaurant. Feeling hungry, Catelyn asked Cedrick to stop the car so that she could
buy something for breakfast.
Cedrick glanced over at the restaurant she was pointing at. It was located by the highway with their
stoves set up on the road with dust in the air and crowds swamping the place. He scowled in disgust and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsaid, “Don’t eat things that aren’t good for your body.” “It’s good enough if it’s filling. I’ve eaten those sorts
of things all these years, and I’m healthy. The things picky-eaters like you eat are the ones that have no
nutrition.”
Catelyn did not attempt to correct Cedrick’s view; after all, she used to frown upon roadside stalls as well
four years ago. Cedrick showed no intention of stopping the car.
Catelyn watched as the car drove past the restaurant and patiently reminded him. “Stop driving. Just
park right here. That lane ahead is strictly for buses only.” Cedrick stepped on the accelerator and the
restaurant instantly disappeared from her sight. Catelyn gaped and stared at Cedrick with disbelief. ‘Is he
still angry with me to the point that he won’t even let me have my breakfast?’ she thought to herself.
“Cedrick Mason, is this fun for you?” Catelyn had never seen a man this petty. Cedrick’s expression
darkened at her question and he turned to glare at her, which sent chills down her spine. “I’ll admit that
it’s my fault for accidentally painting your face red last time. I’m apologizing now, but since you’ve played
your fair share of pranks on me now, we’re even, right? Alright, I can compromise further. Just tell me
what I can do to make you less angry, okay?”