"Hey, what was that?" Lucas asked in a low voice. "Why is Zayn with Nella Gold? Are they…"
He trailed off, realizing Carla was acting strangely.
Though she seemed at ease before Zayn and Nella earlier, right now, disappointment was evident on her face.
She hung her head low, cutting her steak into pieces. Her steak was about to become minced beef, but she hadn't eaten any of it.
Lucas' brows creased into a frown. He cared about Carla, so naturally, he noticed every slightest change in her expression. It was clear as day whom she loved.
She couldn't deceive him.
Still, Lucas was delighted to see another woman by Zayn's side, for that meant he had a chance to get Carla back.
"Carla, you can have mine." He offered his plate of steak, which he had cut into tiny bites.
Taking her plate, which practically looked like minced beef, he said, "You have a weak stomach, so don't skip meals. Have some soup first."
"Thank you, " Carla answered distractedly.
Beside them, Zayn was almost choking on his rage when he overheard their conversation.
"Sir Lucas is so sweet, " Nella whispered.
Zayn pretended not to hear her as he sipped on his wine.
"Don't drink too much, " Nella reminded him gently. "Let's have some tea. I'll brew some for you. I've brought some great tea along."
With that, she summoned the restaurant manager to prepare the equipment.
Zayn didn't reject her offer and gazed at her as though he were admiring a piece of painting.
Anger rose in Carla like a tide when she noticed his soft gaze.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Nella accidentally spilled some tea on her hand.
"What's wrong?" Zayn took her hand. "Let me take a look."
Unable to hold in her anger anymore, Carla threw her utensils down, rose to her feet, and marched away.
"Carla, where are you going?" Lucas called out anxiously.
"The restroom." Carla was heading for the restroom. Though she wished to leave at once, that would only make her look really petty.
I insisted on breaking up with Zayn and asked him to stay away from me. Now that he's with another woman, I should be happy for him. I can't let anyone realize I'm dismayed about that.
After stepping out of the restroom, Carla saw Nella washing her burned hand under the running tap water.
Nella saw her and gave her a friendly grin.
Carla's lips curled into a polite smile as she washed her hand in the adjoining sink.
They stood beside each other in a friendly manner, but their hearts were overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
"How are you doing? Is everything fine?"
The women looked up and turned at their shoulders when a gentle voice rang out.
Zayn didn't even bother looking at Carla and gave Nella a concerned look.
"I'm fine." Nella grinned, shaking her head slightly.
Zayn strode over to her and took her hand to study it carefully. "It isn't a serious wound, but remember to put some ointment so it won't leave a scar behind."
"Mm. I shall do that at night, " came Nella's reply.
"I asked Naya to come here." Zayn wasn't about to let the matter slide. "You should put some ointment on now."
"Ah?" His action took Nella by surprise. "It's just a minor burn. Why did you ask Dr. Goman to come?"
"Go." Zayn gave her hand a pat. "I'll be there in a jiffy."
"Mm." Nella turned to leave obediently. Before she stepped out, she gave Carla a polite bow.
Carla kept her head low as she scrubbed her hands violently, as though there was a stain that cannot be removed. Her hands were turning red from the force.
"You shouldn't be scrubbing your hands. Instead, I suggest you scrub your heart, " Zayn suddenly uttered icily.
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