NovelEnglishChapter 900 Chapter 900: Smart philanthropy was a business strategy-a way to form alliances with other influential families. Their visit to the music association had been about establishing a foundation to sponsor talented children from lower-incfamilies. And now, bringing Kyson here was about securing his family's collaboration on building a library and setting up a scholarship fund.
Alethea sat beside them, sipping tea absentmindedly. Her mind wasn't on business. Her eyes kept drifting toward Kyson, trying to memorize him-the sharpness of his jawline, the way his expressions had changed over the years.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter an hour, the meeting concluded. Kyson rose from his seat, said his goodbyes, and turned to leave.
The Hinks couple didn't bother standing up to see him out. Despite his family name, Kyson was still considered a junior in their eyes.
Mr. Hinks gave him a casual smile. "Since you have other matters to attend to, we won't keep you. Let's catch up over dinner sometime. Our team will draft the contract and send it to you for review." Alethea was momentarily dazed. Without thinking, she blurted out, "Letsee Mr. Webster out." Her parents barely looked at her, nodding approvingly. "Go ahead," her mother said lightly. "You're of the sage-it's good to make friends." The underlying message was for Alethea to play her part and connect with notable figures.
Alethea followed Kyson all the way to the parking area, showing no intention of stopping-even as he reached his car. If anything, she looked ready to get in with him.
Kyson pulled open the driver's side door and turned to face her. A polite smile curved his lips. “Miss Hinks, please, there's no need to seeoff. I'll drop by another time." Standing so close to him, Alethea could see the fine details of his long eyelashes, each one distinct. A soft blush crept onto her cheeks. She tucked an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear, lowering her gaze slightly. "Mr. Webster, we're friends now—there's no need for formality. Just callAlethea.” Discover more on galηovs(uso de "ç" y "o" griega) Kyson nodded. "Then I'll call you Alethea. And you don't have to callMr. Webster anymore. Just Kyson." Kyson smiled faintly, but something flickered behind his eyes. For a moment, he felt as if he were talking to someone else. Alethea's demure demeanor... It reminded him of Carrie.
They didn't look alike, not at all. But the modest demeanor made him think of her. And that realization startled him. Even the smallest things now conjured thoughts of Carrie. Even in moments when she wasn't there, she was always present.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOblivious to his inner turmoil, Alethea nodded eagerly. "Kyson," she called softly, her tone light, almost careful.
Kyson shook off the thought and slid into the driver's seat. Alethea was about to step away, but something inside the car caught her attention. A gift box sat on the passenger seat. The lid was slightly open, revealing a stunning dark red dress inside.
Alethea froze. A strange, sinking feeling settled in her chest.
Did Kyson... have a girlfriend? Her fingers curled into tight fists at her sides.
Kyson glanced at the box, then carefully closed the lid before turning back to shut the door. When he looked up again, Alethea was still standing there.
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