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Novel Catalog
Chapter 80
The tension between Myra and Haven simmered through the phone, the line crackling with both frustration and disbelief. Myra could feel the heat rising in her chest as she gripped the phone tighter.
“You think you’re the only one who saw them together?” Myra snapped, her voice laced with annoyance. “I don’t need you telling me how to handle things. You think I don’t know what I’m doing?”
Haven’s voice was cold but sharp. “Don’t get defensive, Myra. I’m just trying to understand what went wrong. We had a plan, and now it’s falling apart because you couldn’t even keep track of them.”
Myra’s patience was thinning. “I don’t need you questioning me. I did what I had to do, and now, we’re going to figure this out. Just stop being so emotional about it!”
With a frustrated sigh, Myra ended the call, tossing her phone into her bag with more force than necessary. She looked at Bethany, who had been silent through the entire exchange, her face unreadable.
Bethany’s gaze shifted from Myra to the direction where Victor and Eden had disappeared. “It’s clear that they’re avoiding us, Myra. And that means they’re aware of our intentions.”
Myra let out an exasperated breath, her brow furrowed in frustration. “But why would they do that? Eden—she’s nothing special. If she was really Cyan, then… this shouldn’t be happening. She’s just some woman that Victor happens to have dinner with. Nothing more.”
Bethany’s lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile, but there was a sharpness in her eyes. “Don’t underestimate her. Eden Bleu is a different person now. I’m starting to think that the more we push, the more she’ll resist. And that makes her even more dangerous.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Myra snapped, trying to brush off her mother’s sudden change in tone. “Victor and I will have a few words, and she won’t be an issue anymore.”
Bethany raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You do what you want, Rara. Just remember, we don’t want to make an enemy out of someone like Eden. Let’s keep our options open, okay?”
Meanwhile, at the new restaurant, Eden had become a silent observer, her quiet presence comfortable yet purposeful. She felt the weight of Victor’s gaze on her every so often, though his focus remained on his phone, replying to messages. As time passed, the quiet buzz of the evening settled around them, but neither of them felt the need to break the silence.
Victor glanced up at one point, catching Eden’s eyes through the reflection of the window. He wasn’t sure if it was the dimming light of the evening or the way the roses outside fluttered in the wind, but something in him felt lighter, more at ease, in this moment. He couldn’t help but think that there was something undeniably special about Eden—about how she seemed to ground him, even in the midst of all the chaos swirling around them.
“I think,” he started, breaking the quiet, “that you’ve been through more than enough already. But there’s still so much left for you to discover.”
Eden gave him a small, thoughtful smile, her eyes flicking back to the roses outside. “Maybe some things aren’t meant to be discovered right away. But when the time comes… I’ll be ready.”
Victor’s lips quirked up, a mix of amusement and admiration in his eyes. He respected her patience, the way she carried herself with strength and quiet assurance. “I believe that.”
Eden’s smile grew slightly, and for a moment, the weight of her past, of the games and manipulations she had endured, seemed to fade. The world outside continued on, unaware of the subtle yet powerful shift that had taken place between them. And as their dinner continued, it felt like a small but important victory for both of them, in their own way.
It was, after all, a new chapter. And Eden was ready to embrace whatever came next.