Chapter 143 He said, "My fiancée"
Seb looked calm, "I brought my fiancée for a meal."
Joshua was momentarily stunned as his gaze shifted between Nancy and Isabella, trying to guess who Seb's fiancée was.
Seb put his arm around Isabella's shoulder and introduced her to Joshua, "This is my fiancée. Her name is Isabella Miller. From now on, if she comes here to eat, she doesn't need to pay."
Joshua put on a smile. "Of course. The private room you always use is available. Mr. Landon, Ms. Miller, please follow me."
Seb walked into the elevator with Isabella.
Nancy also tried to follow but was stopped by Jack.
"Where are you going?"
Nancy glanced at the elevator and the doors had already closed.
Feeling slightly awkward, Nancy said, "I was thinking of joining them."
"Our seats are downstairs, so we don't need to take the elevator," Jack told her.
Nancy was stunned for a moment and then looked around the hall.
Actually, this restaurant was very high-end and the hall was also exquisitely decorated. Although it was the hall, there were not many dining tables. Each table was separated by semi-transparent screens, providing enough privacy.
"What about upstairs?" Nancy asked.
"Upstairs is for private rooms."
The waiter led the two to a table, then Jack handed the menu to Nancy.
Nancy opened the menu but was somewhat distracted. "The private rooms must be nicer than downstairs, right?"
"Yes." Jack nodded. "And they are several times more expensive."
Nancy bit her lip and suddenly lost interest.
After ordering, Jack didn't start eating immediately but looked at Nancy. "Weren't you going to take pictures for your status?"
Nancy took a few casual shots. "Done."
But Nancy didn't post the status and she didn't even bother to edit the photos. She put down her phone and started eating.
Jack tried to talk to her, but Nancy only responded indifferently.
Her phone screen lit up suddenly.
She glanced at it casually. Then her eyes lit up, and she grabbed her phone, smiling at the screen.
"Who's messaging you?" Jack asked.
"It's from a friend," Nancy replied casually, fiddling with her phone.
Jack thought she was posting a status. After a couple of minutes, he checked his own phone to see her status.
Jack wanted to like her post, but he refreshed for a long time and still didn't see Nancy's status update.
At this moment, Nancy was sitting across from him, still smiling foolishly at her phone.
Jack frowned, closed the status app, and opened Nancy's WhatsApp profile.
Her WhatsApp profile picture was a photo of herself.
It was a carefully edited photo, very pretty and sweet.
Jack noticed Nancy's new nickname. "Have you changed your nickname?"
Nancy's previous nickname was Purple Starry Sky, a name that she had begged Jack to come up with when she first registered. She had once hugged Jack and told him that she would never change her WhatsApp name for her entire life.
Nancy looked up and explained, "My classmates said my WhatsApp name was too lame, so I changed it into something more trendy. Do you like it, Jack?"
The Nancy in front of him had long forgotten her promise to never change her nickname.
"As long as you like it," Jack said sullenly.
Nancy smiled at him and then continied messaging.
Jack watched Nancy sitting across from him, silently put down his utensils, and said, "I'm going to the restroom."
"Okay." Nancy didn't even look up, her fingers still sliding across the screen as she sent the two photos she had just taken.
Zaire didn't reply.
Nancy asked again, "What are you doing now? Can you send me a picture of your surroundings?"
Zaire still didn't reply.
Nancy waited a few minutes. Just as she sighed in disappointment, Zaire replied.
It was a picture, a casual shot.
The angle was from a garden-like terrace, showing a pair of crossed legs and a delicate coffee table in the lower left corner.
Nancy zoomed in on the picture, took a screenshot, and immediately went on shopping apps to search for the bottle of red wine with foreign labels on the coffee table.
She searched all the shopping apps.
At this time, Jack returned from the restroom.
Nancy handed him the screenshot. "Jack, do you know this brand of red wine?"
Jack took a look. "Yes. It's a private brand from abroad."
"A private brand, so it shouldn't be expensive, right? I couldn't find it on any shopping app."
Jack shook his head. "This kind of wine isn't measured by price. It's like a key among the wealthy. And more often, you can't buy it with money."
Nancy's eyes lit up again. "So it's very precious if it can't be measured by money."
Jack looked at her deeply and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"I saw a friend post it and got curious, so I asked."
Jack remained silent for a long time and said, "Nancy, are you hiding something from me?"
Nancy shuddered, quickly turning off her phone screen. Then she forced a smile and said, "No, nothing."
"Nancy, big cities have both good and bad sides. Aunt and uncle sent you to me, so I will be responsible for you. Whatever you want, just tell me, and I will try my best to fulfill your wishes. But do not touch things you shouldn't. People should have self-awareness and we are all from humble backgrounds, so don't have excessive fantasies."
Nancy pressed her lips and replied insincerely, "Got it."
After hesitating for a while, Jack deleted the two chat screenshots that Zaire had just sent him and replied with a message: [Mr. Jose, I trust Nancy.]
Zaire, who received this message, laughed helplessly.
"Zaire, what are you laughing at?" Kelsey asked curiously from the side.
Zaire put away his phone and said slowly, "There are two things in this world that you can't look at directly."
"I know. One is the sun, and the other is the human heart."
Zaire shook his head.
Kelsey asked humbly, "Then what are they?"
Zaire leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, and looked at the pitch-black night sky, saying with a sense of emotion, "One is when a person is love-struck."
Kelsey thought carefully and agreed, "You're right. A love-struck brain is something everyone should avoid."
Just like Jack who was actually love-struck!
"And the second?"
Zaire smiled slightly, "The second is that when smart people are love-struck."
After dinner, Isabella decided to call Nina.
But just as she took out her phone, Nina called her first.
She quickly answered, "Nina, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept the DNA test thing from you. From now on, I'll tell you everything. Please don't be mad at me, okay?"
Nina sighed, "Silly, I should say sorry to you."
"Nina."
They exchanged a few words, and then Nina said she had something to do and hung up.
After hanging up, Nina wiped her tears and turned to see Deborah standing at the door, looking at her coldly.
