Dariel was coerced into drinking, which resulted in everyone else behaving more appropriately. They played a few more rounds,
none of which were too outrageous.
Simon, the mediator, suggested they switch to a different activity. Finally, the game ended, and everyone dispersed, slipping
away to their preferred venues in pairs or small groups.
Feeling upset, Isabella bid Mandy and Natasha farewell and quietly left the room. Upon seeing her departure, Corey immediately
followed her. The corridor was quiet, with the sound of footsteps growing closer behind her. Isabella didn’t look back but instead
walked briskly forward.
“Bella,” Corey called out, somewhat helplessly grabbing Isabella’s arm. “Shall I take to the usual place?”
Isabella instinctively resisted. “No need, I drove here.”
“You’ve been drinking,” Corey reminded her.
Isabella irritably ran her fingers through her hair. “Then I’ll take a cab.”
“No, I won’t feel at ease.” Corey gently held her arm, leading her outside. “I know you’re not in a good mood. Let me take you
home, or else I won’t feel at ease.”
Isabella felt conflicted. Even Corey noticed her mood was off, and probably everyone else at the table knew as well. They might
even be laughing at her inability to take a joke.
“Alright, you’re so upset, the atmosphere is heavy,” Corey bent down, joking with a smile.
Isabella forced a smile. “Have you ever felt the atmosphere being heavy before?”
“Of course, I wasn’t born wealthy.”
Corey casually replied, then led Isabella into the underground garage. He was open and straightforward about topics others
might avoid. Isabella envied people like him; she could never be so composed.
Corey drove her to her pizza shop. The temperature in the car was just right, and Isabella relaxed naturally as she got in.
On the way, Corey didn’t talk much. When they passed a pastry shop, he suddenly stopped the car and went in to buy
something. “Bella, eat something to fill your stomach.”
Isabella took the snack, feeling a mix of emotions. Being taken care of felt good, but it could affect her judgment of a person.
Except for the first time she saw Corey, his behavior was always impeccable. At most, he was a bit childish and teasing, but
there was nothing wrong with his overall approach.
“Leonard and Courtney had a rather messy breakup, so she probably just wanted to teach him a lesson. She wasn’t intentionally
targeting you,” Corey casually mentioned.
Isabella breathed a sigh of relief and responded lightly.
Corey dropped her off near Cletford Mansion. This time, he didn’t even offer to take her home. He just reminded Isabella before
she got out of the car, “Bella, button up your coat.”
Upon hearing this, Isabella quickly checked and found that her coat was buttoned up tightly from top to bottom. After closing the
car door, she leaned over to thank Corey.
Unexpectedly, Corey suddenly got out of the car. Isabella watched him approach in surprise. “What’s wrong?”
Corey smiled, then suddenly opened his arms and hugged her.
Isabella was shocked and instinctively wanted to struggle, but Corey’s voice sounded in her ear. “Here’s a hug for you.”
Isabella was bewildered. “What?”
“Don’t be upset anymore,” Corey spoke softly, patting her back as if comforting a child.
Isabella opened her mouth, but for a moment, she didn’t know what to say.
Corey let go of her in time and took a step back.
“Bella, goodnight.”
Isabella was still dazed and stiffly said, “Goodnight.”