NovelEnglishChapter 678 Sylvia was special, and it had nothing to do with where she came from or her family background...
She was just that unique, that dazzling, that eye-catching.
Radiant enough to make one's heart throb.
For some reason, Isla suddenly had a terrible thought that even she found unbelievable.
In this moment, she suddenly felt ridiculous for running over here for Franklin and being jealous of Sylvia. And then even more childish for competing with Sylvia.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer auntie was right. There were still many things she needed to learn. She stared at Sylvia blankly for a while before finally speaking up, "Miss Andrews... would you be willing to take me as your apprentice? | want to learn about computer skills from you and also archery... can you tell me why my horse lost control?" Sylvia looked at Isla for a few seconds without hiding anything before saying, "Because you held onto the horse's neck too tightly. It wasn't comfortable and became agitated. Especially when its belly was squeezed tightly." Isla looked at Sylvia with clear eyes. "I don't understand why you saved me." Sylvia looked at her as if looking at an idiot. "Do | have to watch you die?" Isla couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth under Sylvia's oppressive gaze as if she had asked a very stupid question.
Sylvia said sharply, "Forgive me for being blunt, Miss Saunders, but | don’t want to waste too much time on dealing with women around Franklin. The best way is... to ignore them." This statement was particularly sharp and could even be considered impolite.
But Isla didn't flinch or feel embarrassed in any way; there was even a hint of inexplicable enthusiasm in her eyes as she spoke up again, "... Miss Andrews, |... I'm not interested in Master Franklin now; | just want to learn from you..." As she spoke more words, she blushed more.
"I think Vaughn has great taste since he is on your side early on! If | take your side now, will it be too late? But compared to him, | know how better how girls like makeup products or shopping... so much better than him." She was praising herself, trying to win Sylvia's favor.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in you," Sylvia said calmly.
She refused her bluntly.
Isla suddenly felt uncomfortable, even more so than when she found out that Franklin liked Sylvia.
She couldn't help but lower her head and sink into a feeling of self-disgust.
It must be because she had been foolish before and treated Miss Andrews badly, so Miss Andrews treated her like this now.
She...
She had to behave well and be nicer to Miss Andrews.
Make Miss Andrews take notice of her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSo...
At dinner that night, Franklin couldn't help but frown as he watched Isla eagerly helping Sylvia with the food like a busy little bee.
Vaughn and the others were also shocked at Isla's behavior.
They all knew that she had extreme hostility towards Sylvia before. How could she suddenly change so much after one day had passed? Franklin's cold gaze swept over Isla as his chilly voice rang out, "Isla, what are you up to? If you dare..." Isla interrupted him with a grievance, "Master, | just want to know what Miss Andrews likes." As she spoke, she looked at Sylvia with concern again, "Miss Andrews, do you like potatoes? This beef is also very good. And these crispy fried shrimps are all fresh." "Are you trying to come up with something again?" Vaughn asked in confusion,"Isla, Miss Andrews had never done anything against you. Just came at me if you have a problem with her." "When did | ever have any problem with her?" Isla became even more aggrieved. "Let me tell you guys, it was my fault before, but from now on, whoever dares bully Miss Andrews will have to get through me first!" As she spoke again, she helped Sylvia pick up some food, and then poured soup for her earnestly once more Everyone was speechless.
Franklin looked at this weird scene with a slight headache.
He finally understood everything especially after seeing the familiar fanaticism mixed with admiration in Isla's eyes when looking at Sylvia So it turns out... this so-called love rival has become one of Sylvia's fans? He couldn't help putting down his fork and rubbing his temples.
His wife is so charming that both men and women seek after her.
Vaughn, Jasper and the others, who hadn't quite understood what was going on, saw Isla holding a plate of fried mushrooms with a slight blush on her cheeks as she pushed it towards Sylvia. Her voice carried a hint of inexplicable shyness as she said, "Miss Andrews, this is a dish | made myself. Would you like to try some?"
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