"I know this brand, it's incredibly hard to get. And it's not cheap either. How much did this cost?"
"I heard it's from Mr. Wilbur, one of the investors, to reward everyone for their hard work. There's a portion for everyone."
The crew members, exhausted from a grueling morning, were thrilled by the unexpected treat.
Mona personally went to grab two cups and happily hurried over to hand one to Claire.
"Mr. Wilbur's treating! Drink it while it's hot."
Wilbur sent this?
Well, he was one of the project's financial backers after all.
Almost as if to prove a point, Claire accepted the bowl of sweet soup and took a deliberate sip right in front of Felix.
Felix's eyes darkened, and he demanded coldly, "Which Mr. Wilbur?"
Claire didn't bother beating around the bush. "Exactly the one you're thinking of."
"You'd rather drink what he bought than drink mine?" Felix's jaw tightened, the words practically ground out between his teeth.
To Claire, his possessive interrogation was laughable.
"That's my right, isn't it?" She looked at Felix with a challenging glint in her eye. "Just like how you chose the dessert Madeline brought you."
Felix's breath hitched.
He thought they had moved past this.
After all, it had happened so long ago.
He hadn't expected her to still remember it so vividly.
He instinctively tried to explain, "I didn't know you were going to buy me dessert that day, and she brought hers first."
Then, realizing that his excuse only made things sound worse, he emphasized again, "There really is nothing going on between Madeline and me!"
"Does it matter?" Claire asked calmly.
At this point, whether anything had happened between them or not was entirely irrelevant.
Even if he and Madeline had never crossed a line, so what?
The pain and humiliation he had inflicted on her were undeniably real.
She would never forget.


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