Chapter 059 I Don't Know Her
"Help me to the seat," the man in the wheelchair requested.
The sound of his voice startled Colby. Jamie was a man of peculiar habits, a recluse, indifferent to the world around him. Colby had known him for over ten years, and pleasant words were a rarity from Jamie's lips. Furthermore, Jamie had an obsession with cleanliness that forbade anyone from touching him.
The situation was baffling. Why would Jamie allow a waiter...
Colby's brow furrowed as he studied the waiter intently.
His curiosity was piqued.
The waiter was strikingly attractive, a woman he recognized from Bayview Villa.
She had been in Adrian's bed.
Natalie nervously bit her lip as she bent to support Jamie's arm.
Despite his thin frame, his arm felt strong under the thick sweater. His muscles, though hidden, were firm around his bones, suggesting a reservoir of strength.
Jamie retrieved a folded cane from his wheelchair, and with Natalie's help, he rose. His left foot dragged slightly, and after a few steps, Colby hastily stood to offer assistance.
A heavy silence filled the private room. Colby could feel the growing tension radiating from Adrian behind him. Quickly, he instructed Natalie, "Select a few bottles of wine for us, nothing too strong."
"Please wait a moment," Natalie responded, grateful for the excuse to leave. She promptly exited, feeling Adrian's intense gaze following her.
"Colby, I may limp, but my leg isn't broken. I can still walk," Jamie declared, shaking off Colby's assistance. He limped to the couch, using his cane for support, and sat down.
Colby wasn't offended; he was familiar with Jamie's independent nature. It had been a part of Jamie since their childhood.
He glanced at Adrian, who showed no signs of unusual behavior. Doubt began to creep into Colby's mind about his initial suspicions. He wondered, "Could I have been mistaken? Does Adrian not harbor feelings for that woman? How could an ordinary woman appear at Bayview Villa? It's Adrian's sanctuary, and aside from Andrea, not even Alice knows of its existence."
Turning to Jamie, Colby asked, "Do you know the waitress we just saw?" Why else would Jamie allow her to touch his clothes? Jamie was a germaphobe; how could he tolerate such contact?
As he spoke, Colby sipped his drink and cast a smile towards Adrian, who was seated on a single-seat sofa.
"I don't know her."
Colby touched his nose, ready to tease Adrian. "Let me share something interesting. I just returned from a medical conference in America, and I received a call asking me to go to..."
He abruptly stopped, silenced by Adrian's icy stare.
He knew better than to provoke Adrian.
Adrian lifted his wine glass. "Jamie, welcome back."
The room fell into silence once more.
It was a full ten seconds before Jamie finally lifted his own glass in response. His voice was rough. "Adrian, thank you."
Colby also raised his glass, a pang of regret washing over him.
Jamie and Adrian had once been the closest of friends. But their friendship had nearly turned to enmity, and if not for a shared objective, they wouldn't be in the same room now.
Colby arched an eyebrow, musing, "When good friends become enemies, it's either over interests... or a woman."
Andrea was Jamie’s sister.
The fire had been an accident.
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