Chapter 8 It Was You

• The watch had an imposing design, far from what one would expect a girl to wear.
• Cecilia frowned slightly, bit her lip, and slipped the watch into her pocket.
• Walter observed Ophelia as she emerged with her travel bag; his eyelids only twitched in reaction, and he did not attempt to stop her.
• Next to him, Evelyn let out a derisive snort, her eyes filled with contempt.
• No high status, yet such a terrible temper.
• She leaves just because of a few harsh words? It'd be better if she never came back!
• Cecilia's friends, noticing the escalating tension, quickly picked up on the strained atmosphere between the two.
• Their mocking remarks grew louder, seemingly to curry favor with Cecilia and Evelyn.
• "Is Cecilia's sister really this sensitive? Leaving over something so minor? Isn't that a bit excessive?"
• "If we had known she'd react like this, we wouldn't have said anything. These people sure have a short fuse. We'd better keep that in mind for the future."
• "Some people just aren't cut out for the spotlight. Such pettiness. It's bad enough to be poor, but to be so narrow-minded, too? Cecilia, you should be cautious around her from now on."
• …
• As Ophelia approached the door, the mocking voices continued to echo in her ears.
• She had planned to say a proper farewell, but things had gone awry.
• Her throat felt constricted, making it difficult to breathe.
• Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to walk quickly away.
• However, just as she reached the entrance of the villa, she suddenly came to a halt.
• A black limited-edition car was parked there, and leaning against the car door was Ethan.
• Ophelia was puzzled and hadn't even had a chance to speak when Ethan's slightly magnetic voice broke the silence.
• "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm here at Grandma's request to pick you up."
• Ophelia looked at Ethan with annoyance, her brow furrowing once more.
• How can he be so full of himself?
• Does he really think every woman in the world should revolve around him?
• Ophelia tried to turn away, but Cecilia and two other girls had already approached.
• "Regardless of anything else, it's Cecilia's birthday today. Your behavior is so disrespectful. You should just leave," one of the girls said.
• "Face the truth. What's wrong with admitting it? With your financial situation, you shouldn't have any pride. Haven't you heard that poverty kills ambition?" the other girl added.
• The two girls spoke in turn, while Cecilia stood by with no intention of stopping them, her face still holding a faint, satisfied smile, as if she were enjoying the scene.
• Ophelia's eyes reddened, and she bit her lip stubbornly.
• Before she could say anything, Ethan suddenly grabbed Ophelia's backpack from her.
• "The car's been waiting for you forever, and you still haven't gotten in. Should I carry you myself?"
• Ophelia shivered at his words. What on earth is this man saying?
• However, when she noticed the envious stares from the crowd behind her, she quickly grasped his intent.
• The two girls who had taunted her were now speechless, their mouths hanging open.
• Even Cecilia seemed taken aback.
• The man standing before Ophelia was impeccably dressed in a black suit and a crisp white shirt, his short hair neatly styled.
• His sharp features were so finely chiseled—like they had been sculpted with a blade.
• This guy is definitely a dream come true!
• Ophelia is just a country girl. How on earth did she end up knowing someone so sophisticated?
• Cecilia's hands fidgeted, accidentally brushing against the watch in her pocket— the watch that belonged to Ophelia.
• Given the circumstances, Cecilia considered returning it to her; it might ease the tension between them.
• As she started to pull out the watch and move forward, Ophelia had already gotten into the car.
• Ethan turned around and immediately noticed the watch in Cecilia's hand. Even his usually composed demeanor showed a flash of surprise.
• That's the watch I gave to that girl!
• He recalled that night when a woman had mistakenly ended up in his room. The bed sheets had borne a trace of red on them.
• A ripple of unease crossed Ethan's mind. He glanced at the Lark Residence's house number before getting into the car. He decided to have his team investigate her background. With so many people around, there was no need to act hastily.
• He drove away, leaving Cecilia and her friends staring in astonishment.
• Cecilia eventually snapped out of it and exclaimed, "The car he's driving is... a limited-edition sports car!"
• At the Moore Residence, Ophelia walked into the living room with her travel bag, where Sophia greeted her with a wide smile.
• "I've been waiting forever! Why did you just get here? Did Ethan help you with your bag?"
• Sophia's comment made Ophelia's face flush with embarrassment. Though she hadn't meant to avoid the subject, Sophia's persistence was hard to ignore.
• Ophelia muttered softly, "Yes."
• "That's great. I always knew you'd be my granddaughter-in-law!"
• When Sophia mentioned this, Ethan's brow twitched slightly.
• As if she hadn't noticed his reaction, Sophia immediately took Ophelia's hand.
• "Ophelia, I've prepared a room for you right next to Ethan's. Come, let me show you."
• Faced with Sophia's enthusiasm, Ophelia was at a loss for words.
• Before she could protest, Sophia was already guiding her upstairs.
• The Moore Residence was indeed vast, almost seeming endless.
• At the top of the stairs, Sophia opened a door and said, "Ophelia, this will be your room from now on. If you need anything, just ask Ethan."
• Ophelia felt awkward once again.
• It seemed Sophia truly regarded her as her granddaughter-in-law.