Chapter 270 Why Play It Safe?
William Bennett sent a rose emoji with a message: "I think you're that kind of adorable girl."
Ava Anderson's lips curled slightly less as she stared at the words on the screen, falling into a stiff silence.
She frowned slightly, a sudden unease rising within her.
She reviewed their entire chat history again and saw William Bennett's last message, "You're that kind of adorable girl."
Ava Anderson bit her lip, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes.
She nervously typed in the chat box, "You're wrong, I'm not that kind of girl," but she deleted it and rewrote, "You might have seen it wrong."
She deleted again and wrote, "I don’t think I have a pure heart; I’m pretty boring, really."
She deleted that too, not sending it.
No, what if she got it wrong? Wouldn't that make her look foolish?
Maybe William Bennett was just saying it offhandedly and didn't mean anything by it, and she was just being too sensitive, overcomplicating things.
Ava Anderson told herself not to overthink it.
Was she getting too many wrong signals?
When you start to panic, the best thing is to do nothing, because anything you do might just make it worse.
She sent a smiley face emoji, "I'm a bit tired, going to sleep now, goodbye."
William Bennett replied, "Good night."
He sent a heart emoji, and, to make matters more confusing, it was inscribed with the words "Love You."
Ava Anderson sat up quickly from the sofa, her eyes wide.
She stared at the "Love You" on the emoji, pondering over it again and again.
That must have been something William Bennett sent without thinking.
He probably just casually clicked an emoji without giving it much thought.
Ava Anderson ran her fingers through her hair, feeling tense and unsure, and wrote in the chat box: Is that emoji sent casually?
But her finger hovered over the send button, hesitant to push it.
What if she was reading too much into it? Wouldn't asking make it even more awkward?
Ava Anderson promptly deleted the text.
It must be her overthinking again. She was always jumping to conclusions.
From Alexander Mitchell, Ava Anderson had received plenty of misconceptions, spawning a multitude of foolish notions. Surely, her imagination was too vivid, a quality which, under these circumstances, was not a good thing.
She couldn't assume someone liked her just because of a gentle look in their eye.
When Alexander Mitchell noticed Ava Anderson's troubled expression, he lazily asked, "Who are you chatting with?"
Ava's heart skipped a beat, startled, she instinctively felt a bit guilty and quickly turned her phone screen face down.
The two locked eyes, Alexander scrutinizing Ava with a look that seemed less like observation and more like he was catching someone in the act.
Their gazes held for what felt like an eternity, and a stiff tension spread through the air. Suddenly, Ava remembered that she and Alexander Mitchell were divorced. Why was she acting so timid?
It was as if she was sneaking around on him, which was absurd! She was completely without guilt.
With that thought, Ava regained her confidence, flipped her phone screen up, and said, "A friend."
"Really? What friend?" pressed Alexander Mitchell.
He had seen clearly how Ava seemed to flinch, but after her initial guilt, she appeared emboldened.
Ava calmly replied, "William Bennett."
What was there to hide? She and Alexander Mitchell were divorced, and chatting with William Bennett was perfectly normal, wasn't it?
