Chapter 15 Eating Crab

It was hard to say if it was deliberate, but the man across from them pursed his lips even tighter, although his expression remained the same.

Dylan was shouting overjoyed, visibly envious and, with a puppy-dog gaze, turned to Matthew: "I might not be able to cook, but I can warm the bed for you, Matthew. How about I move in with you, please?"

Ursula choked on her barley tea, coughing until her face turned bright red.

With a gentle hand, Timothy patted her back, asking with concern, "Ursula, are you okay?"

Ursula shook her head, biting her lip: "I'm fine."

"Matthew." Since Matthew didn’t respond to his question, Dylan shook his arm and pleaded, "Pretty please?"

Matthew replied indifferently, "Hmm, we'll talk about it in a few days."

Dylan pouted, clearly not thrilled with the idea, as if concerned Matthew would simply forget in a few days.

Though the crab was delicious, Ursula felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles, she didn’t want to stay there at all.

If she had known she’d encounter Matthew and Dylan, she never would have come.

Later, when Timothy went to pay the bill, he mentioned that since Dylan had just returned, it was only right for him, as Ursula's boyfriend, to treat them to dinner. Dylan snorted and rolled his eyes at him: "Then this meal of yours isn’t going to cut it!"

Timothy laughed: "If it's not enough, we’ll just have a few more."

"That's more like it!"

Upon leaving, Dylan walked ahead with Ursula.

Glancing back to see that the two men had fallen a bit behind, Dylan whispered in Ursula's ear, "Hey Ursula, do you have Matthew's former classmate’s phone number?"

Ursula had no clue and said, "No, why?"

"It’s Matthew," Dylan said with a pout, grumbling, "I've seen him with other women before."

Hearing this, Ursula felt an unexpected jolt of panic, her high heels were kicking a pebble and nearly causing her to stumble. Dylan caught her, "Ursula, do watch your step, this pebble path can be treacherous."

"I, I really don't," Ursula struggled to calm her nerves, trying to sound casual, "He just often brings his wife to shop for shoes at my store, we're not that close."
Glancing at Dylan, Ursula added, "Could it be that you're worrying too much? The media hasn't caught him with any woman these past few years, how would you know?"

"There are two pillows on his bed, and one of them even smells like Gucci perfume. Isn’t that proof enough?" Dylan rolled his eyes and snorted, "Plus, I used that same Gucci scent back in college. I know it very well."

Ursula's anxiety grew.

Because Matthew had mentioned that the Gucci Flora fragrance was pretty good, she would occasionally spray it on herself when visiting him. She thought she had cleaned up everything when she left, but she had completely forgotten about the bedding and pillows.

Dylan continued to mutter: "If the media hasn’t caught on, it means they're careful not to let their relationship be exposed. They’re always on guard. Hey, Ursula, next time you run into that old classmate, could you get his number for me, please?"

Ursula had never seen Dylan like this; worried, vigilant, as if afraid of someone stealing her man, "You know, it wasn’t easy for me to start a relationship with Matthew, and I really don’t want it to be ruined."

"Just as long as she's smart enough to not entangle herself with Matthew anymore, I’ll pretend I didn't see anything from the past," Dylan said. "To be honest, I somehow wish that when I was abroad, you and Matthew had gotten together..."