Chapter 195 Anyway, You Won't Be Her.
We turned to look at Cecil simultaneously.
Cecil, ever composed and refined, refilled my cup of water with a soft smile. "There’s nothing that can't be said, but too much information can sometimes lead to unintended consequences."
Avery furrowed her brow. "Why?"
Lowering his gaze, Cecil explained methodically, "Didn’t you mention he had a falling out with your father? The more details you provide, the more he might worry about Hope. This could level up the tension at home, leading to further disputes."
Avery nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. But I've already sent the message. What should I do now?"
Cecil's smile remained unchanged. "It's okay. Just adapt to the situation."
Elissa came out of the bedroom, surprised to see Cecil and Avery, and greeted them with a smile.
Cecil glanced at Elissa and said regretfully, "Ivan Garcia was waiting for you on his wedding day."
"For what?" Elissa, sipping slowly from a soda bottle, asked with mild curiosity.
Her mood visibly shifted at the mention of Ivan.
The wedding invitation had been sent to both Elissa and me. Knowing Elissa, she definitely wouldn't attend. As her friend, I had no reason to go either.
Cecil sighed, "Perhaps he couldn't let go."
Elissa smiled indifferently. "Cecil. People who want everything deserve nothing. I don't want to hear anything about him anymore."
Elissa was always capable of moving on.
The topic ended there.
After a bit more conversation, I checked the time and suggested we head downstairs for lunch. However, despite feeling better, my face wasn’t fully recovered, so I had to wear a mask.
Following lunch, as we were bidding goodbye, Avery and Elissa walked ahead. Cecil stayed beside me, his gaze penetrating as he whispered, "Hope, you and Jerry Hammer come from two completely different worlds."
"I know." I replied with a faint smile.
I didn’t need anyone to remind me—I was acutely aware of the chasm between Jerry and me. Especially with Bella’s return, it felt as though everything was slipping back into its original place.
Cecil smiled lightly. "I don't know why, but you always seemed different when you were with him. Now it’s even more apparent."
"Why do they all have better chances than me?" Cecil asked, almost rhetorically.
I smiled awkwardly. "Cecil, you're a wonderful person. As for Jerry Hammer and me, you know it’s impossible. He has a fiancée."
I had no interest in any relationship involving a third person. It was something I would always avoid.
Cecil raised an eyebrow and curiously posited, "What if you were Bella Harris? Would you be with him without hesitation and fulfill your childhood engagement?"
His question momentarily stunned me. Turning to face Cecil, I responded with a hint of helplessness. "How could I be so fortunate?"
The reality of being a Harris heir was beyond my wildest imagination.
Yet Cecil pressed on, "What if? Would you?"
I shook my head. "I don't know. And besides, what I think has never been important."
My life was always steered by fate.
"Well." Cecil pressed his lips together and said firmly, "Anyway, you won't be her."
I pressed the elevator button. "Yes, especially since you helped me check my background not long ago."
After seeing them out of the hotel, Cecil stopped and gently reminded me, "Stay away from the Harris family and the Hammer family to avoid getting involved again, okay? If anything happens, you'll be the only one to suffer."
I nodded seriously. "Got it! Are you going back to Jacquar now?"
Cecil answered, "Yes, I can only be at ease after seeing you're okay."
I replied helplessly, "Cecil, you don't have to..."
Cecil said nonchalantly, "Friends don't need to care for each other?"
I breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gratefully, and said nothing more.
"If anything happens, call me anytime." After saying this, Cecil looked at Avery. "Ms. Hammer, did you drive here? Do you need a ride?"
Avery's eyes sparkled as she shook her head. "I didn't drive. The driver dropped me off and left. Thank you, Mr. Lewis!"
On the way back to the room, Elissa probed for information. "Does Avery Hammer like Cecil?"
"Probably," I answered with a smile.
Avery was sweet and lively, and Cecil was gentle and considerate. If they could be together, they would make a great couple. Plus, Avery came from a good family and had a brother like Jerry, so the Lewis family wouldn’t dare mistreat her.
But Elissa was skeptical. "I don't think it's likely. Cecil Lewis is great, but he's very stubborn."
I asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
Elissa frowned. "Even though you said you two have reached an agreement to just be friends. I still feel he hasn't really let go. In this situation, if Avery Hammer pursues him, she'll only end up hurt."
Seeing my concern, Elissa added, "But Avery Hammer, though naive, is a Hammer. She's not stupid and won't suffer much."
In two days, it would be time to return to work after Christmas. Elissa had arranged fittings with three clients that afternoon. With the assistance from the Hammer and Harris families, everything proceeded smoothly.
However, when I checked my phone after leaving the last house, I saw several missed calls. The caller ID showed Jerry.
I realized I had set my phone to silent before bed last night and forgot to change it back. Focused on clients all afternoon, I hadn’t checked my phone, and this urgency was unlike Jerry's usual behavior. It was probably something urgent.
As I got into the car, I called back, and Jerry answered almost immediately, his voice brimmed with urgency. "Hope Royston, you're allergic and not staying at the hotel. Where did you go?"
Sensing something was wrong, I said, "What's wrong? I was fitting clients introduced by Mrs. Hammer yesterday. Just finished."
Jerry instructed, "Send me your location. Don't go anywhere, wait for me there."
I agreed, "Okay."
I sent my location and told Elissa, "Elissa, you go back to the hotel first. Jerry Hammer needs to see me urgently."
"What's going on?" Elissa asked.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I answered, "It doesn't sound bad. Don't worry."
As the city lights came on, I stood by the roadside, wrapping my coat tighter against the cold wind.
Then a flashy Pagani screeched to a halt beside me. The door swung open, and I got in, casually complaining, "Are you trying to kill me?"
Jerry stared at me. "Hope Royston, were you allergic to yams last night?"
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