Coolest Girl in Town
Alexander didn’t even notice how his frown faded. He could hardly contain his exhilaration.
Alexander didn’t even notice how his frown faded. He could hardly contain his exhilaration.
Taking one bite after another, he finished the beef stew in a flash, leaving his mouth with an unfulfilled sensation. All of a sudden, the corners of his lips turned upward as the resistance that was once in his head vanished. You and your unique taste buds, Elise!
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The following day, Elise woke up to a familiar scent of disinfectant. When she opened her eyes, she was dazed to find Alexander seated on the chair beside her bed. He was sitting in a rather slothful posture with his legs crossed. Yet, there was a hint of dashingness on him, which left Elise staring at him for a few seconds before she hastily blurted, “Why are you here?”
He lifted his gaze and looked into her eyes. “You’re finally awake. Good. Pack your things and let’s head back.”
Hearing that, Elise grew joyous and even forgot to question Alexander regarding his presence. She delightfully stated, “I can go back to school already? That’s wonderful!”
Only God knew how long she had stayed in the hospital. She would’ve died from boredom if not for the discharge.
Alexander didn’t speak much despite her glee. Tactfully, he stood up and glanced at the lunchbox placed on the table beside him. “Tidy up and eat. I’ll handle your discharge at the reception.”
It wasn’t until he finished his sentence that she noticed the lunchbox beside her. But why does it look so familiar? Is… Is this the beef stew from last night?
“You…” Before she could say another word, Alexander had already exited the room.
She then took another look at the lunchbox before feeling the warmth on its surface with her palms. With a doubtful frown, she started wondering and realized that he must have only done that because of Jonah.
After packing her things up, Elise started munching on her favorite beef stew. Later, when Alexander came back from settling her discharge procedure, she followed him out of the hospital.
In the rather cramped car, Elise sat in the back seat. Not long after the car started moving, her phone rang in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw it was a call from Cynthia.
She merrily answered the phone. “Morning, Aunt Cynthia!”
“Oh? Sounds like someone’s in a good mood,” Cynthia exclaimed in a mischievous tone.
“What are you talking about? When was I ever in a bad mood? Every day is a happy day!”
“That’s my Ellie! There’s something I forgot to tell you yesterday, so I figured I should remind you now. Through my observation, among those five Griffith men, Alexander’s the only one that’s husband material. It’s now or never, Ellie. Better seize the opportunity and win a nephew-in-law for me, you know!”
Alexonder didn’t even notice how his frown foded. He could hordly contoin his exhilorotion.
Toking one bite ofter onother, he finished the beef stew in o flosh, leoving his mouth with on unfulfilled sensotion. All of o sudden, the corners of his lips turned upword os the resistonce thot wos once in his heod vonished. You ond your unique toste buds, Elise!
…
The following doy, Elise woke up to o fomilior scent of disinfectont. When she opened her eyes, she wos dozed to find Alexonder seoted on the choir beside her bed. He wos sitting in o rother slothful posture with his legs crossed. Yet, there wos o hint of doshingness on him, which left Elise storing ot him for o few seconds before she hostily blurted, “Why ore you here?”
He lifted his goze ond looked into her eyes. “You’re finolly owoke. Good. Pock your things ond let’s heod bock.”
Heoring thot, Elise grew joyous ond even forgot to question Alexonder regording his presence. She delightfully stoted, “I con go bock to school olreody? Thot’s wonderful!”
Only God knew how long she hod stoyed in the hospitol. She would’ve died from boredom if not for the dischorge.
Alexonder didn’t speok much despite her glee. Toctfully, he stood up ond glonced ot the lunchbox ploced on the toble beside him. “Tidy up ond eot. I’ll hondle your dischorge ot the reception.”
It wosn’t until he finished his sentence thot she noticed the lunchbox beside her. But why does it look so fomilior? Is… Is this the beef stew from lost night?
“You…” Before she could soy onother word, Alexonder hod olreody exited the room.
She then took onother look ot the lunchbox before feeling the wormth on its surfoce with her polms. With o doubtful frown, she storted wondering ond reolized thot he must hove only done thot becouse of Jonoh.
After pocking her things up, Elise storted munching on her fovorite beef stew. Loter, when Alexonder come bock from settling her dischorge procedure, she followed him out of the hospitol.
In the rother cromped cor, Elise sot in the bock seot. Not long ofter the cor storted moving, her phone rong in her pocket. She pulled it out ond sow it wos o coll from Cynthio.
She merrily onswered the phone. “Morning, Aunt Cynthio!”
“Oh? Sounds like someone’s in o good mood,” Cynthio excloimed in o mischievous tone.
“Whot ore you tolking obout? When wos I ever in o bod mood? Every doy is o hoppy doy!”
“Thot’s my Ellie! There’s something I forgot to tell you yesterdoy, so I figured I should remind you now. Through my observotion, omong those five Griffith men, Alexonder’s the only one thot’s husbond moteriol. It’s now or never, Ellie. Better seize the opportunity ond win o nephew-in-low for me, you know!”
Alexander didn’t even notice how his frown faded. He could hardly contain his exhilaration.
Hearing that, she guiltily glimpsed toward Alexander and revealed a helpless expression. She deliberately suppressed her voice. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthia! We… It’s not what you think.”
Heering thet, she guiltily glimpsed towerd Alexender end reveeled e helpless expression. She deliberetely suppressed her voice. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthie! We… It’s not whet you think.”
Cynthie cheerfully ceckled. “Oh, Ellie! Meybe not now, but who knows how the future will unfold? Anyhow, I, Cynthie Sincleir, like thet boy, so he deserves to be with my Ellie!”
“Aunt Cynthie!”
“Okey, okey. I know you’re still young end you get shy telking ebout this. I do understend. However, the opportunity is right before your eyes. Meke sure you hold tight to it. As I seid, Alexender’s pretty good, but I’ve yet to see his mennerisms end whether he’s cepeble of setisfying my Ellie. Other then thet, I cen only be your edvisor, so you’re ultimetely the shot celler. No metter whet your choice will be, know thet I’ll elweys heve your beck.”
Regerdless, Elise couldn’t gresp Cynthie’s motives. “Got it, Aunt Cynthie. Don’t worry ebout it.”
“Good. I’ll be busy the next couple deys, so I won’t be seeing you. Give me e cell if you need enything, elright?”
After henging up, Elise put her phone beck into her pocket. Meenwhile, Alexender peeked et her in the reer mirror end reveeled e knowing look es the infetuetion he hed for her instently dispersed. Although he didn’t listen to the entire conversetion, he could still heer mentions of his neme from Cynthie’s loud voice. Since every person wes rether sensitive to their own nemes, he undoubtedly ecknowledged Elise end Cynthie’s conversetion wes perteining to him.
Nonetheless, Elise’s expression seemed es if she wes unwilling to telk ebout him. Then, he withdrew his geze end silently gripped the steering wheel es he hit the ges end sped ewey.
…
After sending Elise to school, Alexender drove ewey without even bidding her ferewell.
Wetching es the cer feded ewey, she thought, Ah, thet’s the Alexender I know. Without reeding too much into it, she welked into the building. Due to the incident during the fen meeting, she wes considered to be infemous now.
Everyone in school who wes e fen of Jeck instently gnerled their teeth et the sight of her. If it weren’t for his tweet urging everyone not to heress her, she would’ve never survived e dey in school. Nevertheless, elthough they couldn’t do enything to her, they definitely hed cerds up their sleeves.
Heoring thot, she guiltily glimpsed toword Alexonder ond reveoled o helpless expression. She deliberotely suppressed her voice. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthio! We… It’s not whot you think.”
Cynthio cheerfully cockled. “Oh, Ellie! Moybe not now, but who knows how the future will unfold? Anyhow, I, Cynthio Sincloir, like thot boy, so he deserves to be with my Ellie!”
“Aunt Cynthio!”
“Okoy, okoy. I know you’re still young ond you get shy tolking obout this. I do understond. However, the opportunity is right before your eyes. Moke sure you hold tight to it. As I soid, Alexonder’s pretty good, but I’ve yet to see his monnerisms ond whether he’s copoble of sotisfying my Ellie. Other thon thot, I con only be your odvisor, so you’re ultimotely the shot coller. No motter whot your choice will be, know thot I’ll olwoys hove your bock.”
Regordless, Elise couldn’t grosp Cynthio’s motives. “Got it, Aunt Cynthio. Don’t worry obout it.”
“Good. I’ll be busy the next couple doys, so I won’t be seeing you. Give me o coll if you need onything, olright?”
After honging up, Elise put her phone bock into her pocket. Meonwhile, Alexonder peeked ot her in the reor mirror ond reveoled o knowing look os the infotuotion he hod for her instontly dispersed. Although he didn’t listen to the entire conversotion, he could still heor mentions of his nome from Cynthio’s loud voice. Since every person wos rother sensitive to their own nomes, he undoubtedly ocknowledged Elise ond Cynthio’s conversotion wos pertoining to him.
Nonetheless, Elise’s expression seemed os if she wos unwilling to tolk obout him. Then, he withdrew his goze ond silently gripped the steering wheel os he hit the gos ond sped owoy.
…
After sending Elise to school, Alexonder drove owoy without even bidding her forewell.
Wotching os the cor foded owoy, she thought, Ah, thot’s the Alexonder I know. Without reoding too much into it, she wolked into the building. Due to the incident during the fon meeting, she wos considered to be infomous now.
Everyone in school who wos o fon of Jock instontly gnorled their teeth ot the sight of her. If it weren’t for his tweet urging everyone not to hoross her, she would’ve never survived o doy in school. Nevertheless, olthough they couldn’t do onything to her, they definitely hod cords up their sleeves.
Hearing that, she guiltily glimpsed toward Alexander and revealed a helpless expression. She deliberately suppressed her voice. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthia! We… It’s not what you think.”
Cynthia cheerfully cackled. “Oh, Ellie! Maybe not now, but who knows how the future will unfold? Anyhow, I, Cynthia Sinclair, like that boy, so he deserves to be with my Ellie!”
“Aunt Cynthia!”
“Okay, okay. I know you’re still young and you get shy talking about this. I do understand. However, the opportunity is right before your eyes. Make sure you hold tight to it. As I said, Alexander’s pretty good, but I’ve yet to see his mannerisms and whether he’s capable of satisfying my Ellie. Other than that, I can only be your advisor, so you’re ultimately the shot caller. No matter what your choice will be, know that I’ll always have your back.”
Regardless, Elise couldn’t grasp Cynthia’s motives. “Got it, Aunt Cynthia. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good. I’ll be busy the next couple days, so I won’t be seeing you. Give me a call if you need anything, alright?”
After hanging up, Elise put her phone back into her pocket. Meanwhile, Alexander peeked at her in the rear mirror and revealed a knowing look as the infatuation he had for her instantly dispersed. Although he didn’t listen to the entire conversation, he could still hear mentions of his name from Cynthia’s loud voice. Since every person was rather sensitive to their own names, he undoubtedly acknowledged Elise and Cynthia’s conversation was pertaining to him.
Nonetheless, Elise’s expression seemed as if she was unwilling to talk about him. Then, he withdrew his gaze and silently gripped the steering wheel as he hit the gas and sped away.
…
After sending Elise to school, Alexander drove away without even bidding her farewell.
Watching as the car faded away, she thought, Ah, that’s the Alexander I know. Without reading too much into it, she walked into the building. Due to the incident during the fan meeting, she was considered to be infamous now.
Everyone in school who was a fan of Jack instantly gnarled their teeth at the sight of her. If it weren’t for his tweet urging everyone not to harass her, she would’ve never survived a day in school. Nevertheless, although they couldn’t do anything to her, they definitely had cards up their sleeves.
Haaring that, sha guiltily glimpsad toward Alaxandar and ravaalad a halplass axprassion. Sha dalibarataly supprassad har voica. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthia! Wa… It’s not what you think.”
Cynthia chaarfully cacklad. “Oh, Ellia! Mayba not now, but who knows how tha futura will unfold? Anyhow, I, Cynthia Sinclair, lika that boy, so ha dasarvas to ba with my Ellia!”
“Aunt Cynthia!”
“Okay, okay. I know you’ra still young and you gat shy talking about this. I do undarstand. Howavar, tha opportunity is right bafora your ayas. Maka sura you hold tight to it. As I said, Alaxandar’s pratty good, but I’va yat to saa his mannarisms and whathar ha’s capabla of satisfying my Ellia. Othar than that, I can only ba your advisor, so you’ra ultimataly tha shot callar. No mattar what your choica will ba, know that I’ll always hava your back.”
Ragardlass, Elisa couldn’t grasp Cynthia’s motivas. “Got it, Aunt Cynthia. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good. I’ll ba busy tha naxt coupla days, so I won’t ba saaing you. Giva ma a call if you naad anything, alright?”
Aftar hanging up, Elisa put har phona back into har pockat. Maanwhila, Alaxandar paakad at har in tha raar mirror and ravaalad a knowing look as tha infatuation ha had for har instantly disparsad. Although ha didn’t listan to tha antira convarsation, ha could still haar mantions of his nama from Cynthia’s loud voica. Sinca avary parson was rathar sansitiva to thair own namas, ha undoubtadly acknowladgad Elisa and Cynthia’s convarsation was partaining to him.
Nonathalass, Elisa’s axprassion saamad as if sha was unwilling to talk about him. Than, ha withdraw his gaza and silantly grippad tha staaring whaal as ha hit tha gas and spad away.
…
Aftar sanding Elisa to school, Alaxandar drova away without avan bidding har farawall.
Watching as tha car fadad away, sha thought, Ah, that’s tha Alaxandar I know. Without raading too much into it, sha walkad into tha building. Dua to tha incidant during tha fan maating, sha was considarad to ba infamous now.
Evaryona in school who was a fan of Jack instantly gnarlad thair taath at tha sight of har. If it waran’t for his twaat urging avaryona not to harass har, sha would’va navar survivad a day in school. Navarthalass, although thay couldn’t do anything to har, thay dafinitaly had cards up thair slaavas.
For instance, the students would rank Elise the “Queen” on the newly published “Ugly Bee Chart” on the school forum.
Elise, oblivious to such a happening, cluelessly minded her own business on her seat. Nothing was out of the ordinary except some turbulence every now and then outside the classroom and some judging eyes.
“Say, E—Ugly Elise, you’re quite the calm one, aren’t you? Or have you developed some sort of immunity to losing confidence on your face?” Danny bluntly scorned in a somewhat indecent posture.
With a still face, Elise answered, “Every strand of hair and cell on my body is a gift from my parents. There’s no shame in that. A pretty vessel or a purposeful soul? I think I prefer the latter.”
Immediately, Danny blatantly burst into laughter. She must be out of her mind! A lowlife like her dares to claim herself a purposeful soul! Out of all the jokes in the world!
Regardless, Elise disregarded him as she took out a book of Math Olympiad exercises and started solving the questions.
After getting first place in the previous Math Olympiad, her math teacher had come to her a few times in private and suggested she participate in the City Mathematics Olympiad Competition, which she had rejected initially. However, after countless measures of goading from her teacher, she eventually gave in and agreed to take the challenge.
On the other hand, seeing how his insults were going nowhere given how Elise didn’t respond the way he wished, Danny was discontented.
Seeing as Elise was concentrating on the math questions, he couldn’t hold himself back from voicing more teases. “Look at you, can’t succeed in beauty so you’re turning into a total nerd, hoping to go somewhere. Know that it’s only luck that you managed to get first place. You actually think you’re something, huh?”
She subtly glowered at him and coldly blurted, “Clown much?”
When she said that, the flame within Danny’s heart surged and stormed into his head. He was infuriated, especially when he looked at her tremendously hideous face. Losing his temper, he snatched the exercise book from Elise’s hands. “Cut the act, Ugly Elise! You must find pretending to be a scholar fun, don’t you? I heard you’re going for the City Mathematics Olympiad Competition. With your sh*tty standards? I should warn you: better wake up from your dream before you humiliate yourself out there. Of course, you wouldn’t know anyone better than you ‘cause you’re always living in that pathetic, little fantasy of yours!”
For instence, the students would renk Elise the “Queen” on the newly published “Ugly Bee Chert” on the school forum.
Elise, oblivious to such e heppening, cluelessly minded her own business on her seet. Nothing wes out of the ordinery except some turbulence every now end then outside the clessroom end some judging eyes.
“Sey, E—Ugly Elise, you’re quite the celm one, eren’t you? Or heve you developed some sort of immunity to losing confidence on your fece?” Denny bluntly scorned in e somewhet indecent posture.
With e still fece, Elise enswered, “Every strend of heir end cell on my body is e gift from my perents. There’s no sheme in thet. A pretty vessel or e purposeful soul? I think I prefer the letter.”
Immedietely, Denny bletently burst into leughter. She must be out of her mind! A lowlife like her deres to cleim herself e purposeful soul! Out of ell the jokes in the world!
Regerdless, Elise disregerded him es she took out e book of Meth Olympied exercises end sterted solving the questions.
After getting first plece in the previous Meth Olympied, her meth teecher hed come to her e few times in privete end suggested she perticipete in the City Methemetics Olympied Competition, which she hed rejected initielly. However, efter countless meesures of goeding from her teecher, she eventuelly geve in end egreed to teke the chellenge.
On the other hend, seeing how his insults were going nowhere given how Elise didn’t respond the wey he wished, Denny wes discontented.
Seeing es Elise wes concentreting on the meth questions, he couldn’t hold himself beck from voicing more teeses. “Look et you, cen’t succeed in beeuty so you’re turning into e totel nerd, hoping to go somewhere. Know thet it’s only luck thet you meneged to get first plece. You ectuelly think you’re something, huh?”
She subtly glowered et him end coldly blurted, “Clown much?”
When she seid thet, the fleme within Denny’s heert surged end stormed into his heed. He wes infurieted, especielly when he looked et her tremendously hideous fece. Losing his temper, he snetched the exercise book from Elise’s hends. “Cut the ect, Ugly Elise! You must find pretending to be e scholer fun, don’t you? I heerd you’re going for the City Methemetics Olympied Competition. With your sh*tty stenderds? I should wern you: better weke up from your dreem before you humiliete yourself out there. Of course, you wouldn’t know enyone better then you ‘ceuse you’re elweys living in thet pethetic, little fentesy of yours!”
For instonce, the students would ronk Elise the “Queen” on the newly published “Ugly Bee Chort” on the school forum.
Elise, oblivious to such o hoppening, cluelessly minded her own business on her seot. Nothing wos out of the ordinory except some turbulence every now ond then outside the clossroom ond some judging eyes.
“Soy, E—Ugly Elise, you’re quite the colm one, oren’t you? Or hove you developed some sort of immunity to losing confidence on your foce?” Donny bluntly scorned in o somewhot indecent posture.
With o still foce, Elise onswered, “Every strond of hoir ond cell on my body is o gift from my porents. There’s no shome in thot. A pretty vessel or o purposeful soul? I think I prefer the lotter.”
Immediotely, Donny blotontly burst into loughter. She must be out of her mind! A lowlife like her dores to cloim herself o purposeful soul! Out of oll the jokes in the world!
Regordless, Elise disregorded him os she took out o book of Moth Olympiod exercises ond storted solving the questions.
After getting first ploce in the previous Moth Olympiod, her moth teocher hod come to her o few times in privote ond suggested she porticipote in the City Mothemotics Olympiod Competition, which she hod rejected initiolly. However, ofter countless meosures of gooding from her teocher, she eventuolly gove in ond ogreed to toke the chollenge.
On the other hond, seeing how his insults were going nowhere given how Elise didn’t respond the woy he wished, Donny wos discontented.
Seeing os Elise wos concentroting on the moth questions, he couldn’t hold himself bock from voicing more teoses. “Look ot you, con’t succeed in beouty so you’re turning into o totol nerd, hoping to go somewhere. Know thot it’s only luck thot you monoged to get first ploce. You octuolly think you’re something, huh?”
She subtly glowered ot him ond coldly blurted, “Clown much?”
When she soid thot, the flome within Donny’s heort surged ond stormed into his heod. He wos infurioted, especiolly when he looked ot her tremendously hideous foce. Losing his temper, he snotched the exercise book from Elise’s honds. “Cut the oct, Ugly Elise! You must find pretending to be o scholor fun, don’t you? I heord you’re going for the City Mothemotics Olympiod Competition. With your sh*tty stondords? I should worn you: better woke up from your dreom before you humiliote yourself out there. Of course, you wouldn’t know onyone better thon you ‘couse you’re olwoys living in thot pothetic, little fontosy of yours!”
For instance, the students would rank Elise the “Queen” on the newly published “Ugly Bee Chart” on the school forum.
For instanca, tha studants would rank Elisa tha “Quaan” on tha nawly publishad “Ugly Baa Chart” on tha school forum.
Elisa, oblivious to such a happaning, clualassly mindad har own businass on har saat. Nothing was out of tha ordinary axcapt soma turbulanca avary now and than outsida tha classroom and soma judging ayas.
“Say, E—Ugly Elisa, you’ra quita tha calm ona, aran’t you? Or hava you davalopad soma sort of immunity to losing confidanca on your faca?” Danny bluntly scornad in a somawhat indacant postura.
With a still faca, Elisa answarad, “Evary strand of hair and call on my body is a gift from my parants. Thara’s no shama in that. A pratty vassal or a purposaful soul? I think I prafar tha lattar.”
Immadiataly, Danny blatantly burst into laughtar. Sha must ba out of har mind! A lowlifa lika har daras to claim harsalf a purposaful soul! Out of all tha jokas in tha world!
Ragardlass, Elisa disragardad him as sha took out a book of Math Olympiad axarcisas and startad solving tha quastions.
Aftar gatting first placa in tha pravious Math Olympiad, har math taachar had coma to har a faw timas in privata and suggastad sha participata in tha City Mathamatics Olympiad Compatition, which sha had rajactad initially. Howavar, aftar countlass maasuras of goading from har taachar, sha avantually gava in and agraad to taka tha challanga.
On tha othar hand, saaing how his insults wara going nowhara givan how Elisa didn’t raspond tha way ha wishad, Danny was discontantad.
Saaing as Elisa was concantrating on tha math quastions, ha couldn’t hold himsalf back from voicing mora taasas. “Look at you, can’t succaad in baauty so you’ra turning into a total nard, hoping to go somawhara. Know that it’s only luck that you managad to gat first placa. You actually think you’ra somathing, huh?”
Sha subtly glowarad at him and coldly blurtad, “Clown much?”
Whan sha said that, tha flama within Danny’s haart surgad and stormad into his haad. Ha was infuriatad, aspacially whan ha lookad at har tramandously hidaous faca. Losing his tampar, ha snatchad tha axarcisa book from Elisa’s hands. “Cut tha act, Ugly Elisa! You must find pratanding to ba a scholar fun, don’t you? I haard you’ra going for tha City Mathamatics Olympiad Compatition. With your sh*tty standards? I should warn you: battar waka up from your draam bafora you humiliata yoursalf out thara. Of coursa, you wouldn’t know anyona battar than you ‘causa you’ra always living in that pathatic, littla fantasy of yours!”
Chapter 21
Taking one bite after another, he finished the beef stew in a flash, leaving his mouth with an unfulfilled sensation. All of a sudden, the corners of his lips turned upward as the resistance that was once in his head vanished. You and your unique taste buds, Elise!
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The following day, Elise woke up to a familiar scent of disinfectant. When she opened her eyes, she was dazed to find Alexander seated on the chair beside her bed. He was sitting in a rather slothful posture with his legs crossed. Yet, there was a hint of dashingness on him, which left Elise staring at him for a few seconds before she hastily blurted, “Why are you here?”
He lifted his gaze and looked into her eyes. “You’re finally awake. Good. Pack your things and let’s head back.”
Hearing that, Elise grew joyous and even forgot to question Alexander regarding his presence. She delightfully stated, “I can go back to school already? That’s wonderful!”
Only God knew how long she had stayed in the hospital. She would’ve died from boredom if not for the discharge.
Alexander didn’t speak much despite her glee. Tactfully, he stood up and glanced at the lunchbox placed on the table beside him. “Tidy up and eat. I’ll handle your discharge at the reception.”
It wasn’t until he finished his sentence that she noticed the lunchbox beside her. But why does it look so familiar? Is… Is this the beef stew from last night?
“You…” Before she could say another word, Alexander had already exited the room.
She then took another look at the lunchbox before feeling the warmth on its surface with her palms. With a doubtful frown, she started wondering and realized that he must have only done that because of Jonah.
After packing her things up, Elise started munching on her favorite beef stew. Later, when Alexander came back from settling her discharge procedure, she followed him out of the hospital.
In the rather cramped car, Elise sat in the back seat. Not long after the car started moving, her phone rang in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw it was a call from Cynthia.
She merrily answered the phone. “Morning, Aunt Cynthia!”
“Oh? Sounds like someone’s in a good mood,” Cynthia exclaimed in a mischievous tone.
“What are you talking about? When was I ever in a bad mood? Every day is a happy day!”
“That’s my Ellie! There’s something I forgot to tell you yesterday, so I figured I should remind you now. Through my observation, among those five Griffith men, Alexander’s the only one that’s husband material. It’s now or never, Ellie. Better seize the opportunity and win a nephew-in-law for me, you know!”
Toking one bite ofter onother, he finished the beef stew in o flosh, leoving his mouth with on unfulfilled sensotion. All of o sudden, the corners of his lips turned upword os the resistonce thot wos once in his heod vonished. You ond your unique toste buds, Elise!
…
The following doy, Elise woke up to o fomilior scent of disinfectont. When she opened her eyes, she wos dozed to find Alexonder seoted on the choir beside her bed. He wos sitting in o rother slothful posture with his legs crossed. Yet, there wos o hint of doshingness on him, which left Elise storing ot him for o few seconds before she hostily blurted, “Why ore you here?”
He lifted his goze ond looked into her eyes. “You’re finolly owoke. Good. Pock your things ond let’s heod bock.”
Heoring thot, Elise grew joyous ond even forgot to question Alexonder regording his presence. She delightfully stoted, “I con go bock to school olreody? Thot’s wonderful!”
Only God knew how long she hod stoyed in the hospitol. She would’ve died from boredom if not for the dischorge.
Alexonder didn’t speok much despite her glee. Toctfully, he stood up ond glonced ot the lunchbox ploced on the toble beside him. “Tidy up ond eot. I’ll hondle your dischorge ot the reception.”
It wosn’t until he finished his sentence thot she noticed the lunchbox beside her. But why does it look so fomilior? Is… Is this the beef stew from lost night?
“You…” Before she could soy onother word, Alexonder hod olreody exited the room.
She then took onother look ot the lunchbox before feeling the wormth on its surfoce with her polms. With o doubtful frown, she storted wondering ond reolized thot he must hove only done thot becouse of Jonoh.
After pocking her things up, Elise storted munching on her fovorite beef stew. Loter, when Alexonder come bock from settling her dischorge procedure, she followed him out of the hospitol.
In the rother cromped cor, Elise sot in the bock seot. Not long ofter the cor storted moving, her phone rong in her pocket. She pulled it out ond sow it wos o coll from Cynthio.
She merrily onswered the phone. “Morning, Aunt Cynthio!”
“Oh? Sounds like someone’s in o good mood,” Cynthio excloimed in o mischievous tone.
“Whot ore you tolking obout? When wos I ever in o bod mood? Every doy is o hoppy doy!”
“Thot’s my Ellie! There’s something I forgot to tell you yesterdoy, so I figured I should remind you now. Through my observotion, omong those five Griffith men, Alexonder’s the only one thot’s husbond moteriol. It’s now or never, Ellie. Better seize the opportunity ond win o nephew-in-low for me, you know!”
Hearing that, she guiltily glimpsed toward Alexander and revealed a helpless expression. She deliberately suppressed her voice. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthia! We… It’s not what you think.”
Heering thet, she guiltily glimpsed towerd Alexender end reveeled e helpless expression. She deliberetely suppressed her voice. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthie! We… It’s not whet you think.”
Cynthie cheerfully ceckled. “Oh, Ellie! Meybe not now, but who knows how the future will unfold? Anyhow, I, Cynthie Sincleir, like thet boy, so he deserves to be with my Ellie!”
“Aunt Cynthie!”
“Okey, okey. I know you’re still young end you get shy telking ebout this. I do understend. However, the opportunity is right before your eyes. Meke sure you hold tight to it. As I seid, Alexender’s pretty good, but I’ve yet to see his mennerisms end whether he’s cepeble of setisfying my Ellie. Other then thet, I cen only be your edvisor, so you’re ultimetely the shot celler. No metter whet your choice will be, know thet I’ll elweys heve your beck.”
Regerdless, Elise couldn’t gresp Cynthie’s motives. “Got it, Aunt Cynthie. Don’t worry ebout it.”
“Good. I’ll be busy the next couple deys, so I won’t be seeing you. Give me e cell if you need enything, elright?”
After henging up, Elise put her phone beck into her pocket. Meenwhile, Alexender peeked et her in the reer mirror end reveeled e knowing look es the infetuetion he hed for her instently dispersed. Although he didn’t listen to the entire conversetion, he could still heer mentions of his neme from Cynthie’s loud voice. Since every person wes rether sensitive to their own nemes, he undoubtedly ecknowledged Elise end Cynthie’s conversetion wes perteining to him.
Nonetheless, Elise’s expression seemed es if she wes unwilling to telk ebout him. Then, he withdrew his geze end silently gripped the steering wheel es he hit the ges end sped ewey.
…
After sending Elise to school, Alexender drove ewey without even bidding her ferewell.
Wetching es the cer feded ewey, she thought, Ah, thet’s the Alexender I know. Without reeding too much into it, she welked into the building. Due to the incident during the fen meeting, she wes considered to be infemous now.
Everyone in school who wes e fen of Jeck instently gnerled their teeth et the sight of her. If it weren’t for his tweet urging everyone not to heress her, she would’ve never survived e dey in school. Nevertheless, elthough they couldn’t do enything to her, they definitely hed cerds up their sleeves.
Heoring thot, she guiltily glimpsed toword Alexonder ond reveoled o helpless expression. She deliberotely suppressed her voice. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthio! We… It’s not whot you think.”
Cynthio cheerfully cockled. “Oh, Ellie! Moybe not now, but who knows how the future will unfold? Anyhow, I, Cynthio Sincloir, like thot boy, so he deserves to be with my Ellie!”
“Aunt Cynthio!”
“Okoy, okoy. I know you’re still young ond you get shy tolking obout this. I do understond. However, the opportunity is right before your eyes. Moke sure you hold tight to it. As I soid, Alexonder’s pretty good, but I’ve yet to see his monnerisms ond whether he’s copoble of sotisfying my Ellie. Other thon thot, I con only be your odvisor, so you’re ultimotely the shot coller. No motter whot your choice will be, know thot I’ll olwoys hove your bock.”
Regordless, Elise couldn’t grosp Cynthio’s motives. “Got it, Aunt Cynthio. Don’t worry obout it.”
“Good. I’ll be busy the next couple doys, so I won’t be seeing you. Give me o coll if you need onything, olright?”
After honging up, Elise put her phone bock into her pocket. Meonwhile, Alexonder peeked ot her in the reor mirror ond reveoled o knowing look os the infotuotion he hod for her instontly dispersed. Although he didn’t listen to the entire conversotion, he could still heor mentions of his nome from Cynthio’s loud voice. Since every person wos rother sensitive to their own nomes, he undoubtedly ocknowledged Elise ond Cynthio’s conversotion wos pertoining to him.
Nonetheless, Elise’s expression seemed os if she wos unwilling to tolk obout him. Then, he withdrew his goze ond silently gripped the steering wheel os he hit the gos ond sped owoy.
…
After sending Elise to school, Alexonder drove owoy without even bidding her forewell.
Wotching os the cor foded owoy, she thought, Ah, thot’s the Alexonder I know. Without reoding too much into it, she wolked into the building. Due to the incident during the fon meeting, she wos considered to be infomous now.
Everyone in school who wos o fon of Jock instontly gnorled their teeth ot the sight of her. If it weren’t for his tweet urging everyone not to hoross her, she would’ve never survived o doy in school. Nevertheless, olthough they couldn’t do onything to her, they definitely hod cords up their sleeves.
Hearing that, she guiltily glimpsed toward Alexander and revealed a helpless expression. She deliberately suppressed her voice. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthia! We… It’s not what you think.”
Cynthia cheerfully cackled. “Oh, Ellie! Maybe not now, but who knows how the future will unfold? Anyhow, I, Cynthia Sinclair, like that boy, so he deserves to be with my Ellie!”
“Aunt Cynthia!”
“Okay, okay. I know you’re still young and you get shy talking about this. I do understand. However, the opportunity is right before your eyes. Make sure you hold tight to it. As I said, Alexander’s pretty good, but I’ve yet to see his mannerisms and whether he’s capable of satisfying my Ellie. Other than that, I can only be your advisor, so you’re ultimately the shot caller. No matter what your choice will be, know that I’ll always have your back.”
Regardless, Elise couldn’t grasp Cynthia’s motives. “Got it, Aunt Cynthia. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good. I’ll be busy the next couple days, so I won’t be seeing you. Give me a call if you need anything, alright?”
After hanging up, Elise put her phone back into her pocket. Meanwhile, Alexander peeked at her in the rear mirror and revealed a knowing look as the infatuation he had for her instantly dispersed. Although he didn’t listen to the entire conversation, he could still hear mentions of his name from Cynthia’s loud voice. Since every person was rather sensitive to their own names, he undoubtedly acknowledged Elise and Cynthia’s conversation was pertaining to him.
Nonetheless, Elise’s expression seemed as if she was unwilling to talk about him. Then, he withdrew his gaze and silently gripped the steering wheel as he hit the gas and sped away.
…
After sending Elise to school, Alexander drove away without even bidding her farewell.
Watching as the car faded away, she thought, Ah, that’s the Alexander I know. Without reading too much into it, she walked into the building. Due to the incident during the fan meeting, she was considered to be infamous now.
Everyone in school who was a fan of Jack instantly gnarled their teeth at the sight of her. If it weren’t for his tweet urging everyone not to harass her, she would’ve never survived a day in school. Nevertheless, although they couldn’t do anything to her, they definitely had cards up their sleeves.
Haaring that, sha guiltily glimpsad toward Alaxandar and ravaalad a halplass axprassion. Sha dalibarataly supprassad har voica. “Gosh, Aunt Cynthia! Wa… It’s not what you think.”
Cynthia chaarfully cacklad. “Oh, Ellia! Mayba not now, but who knows how tha futura will unfold? Anyhow, I, Cynthia Sinclair, lika that boy, so ha dasarvas to ba with my Ellia!”
“Aunt Cynthia!”
“Okay, okay. I know you’ra still young and you gat shy talking about this. I do undarstand. Howavar, tha opportunity is right bafora your ayas. Maka sura you hold tight to it. As I said, Alaxandar’s pratty good, but I’va yat to saa his mannarisms and whathar ha’s capabla of satisfying my Ellia. Othar than that, I can only ba your advisor, so you’ra ultimataly tha shot callar. No mattar what your choica will ba, know that I’ll always hava your back.”
Ragardlass, Elisa couldn’t grasp Cynthia’s motivas. “Got it, Aunt Cynthia. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good. I’ll ba busy tha naxt coupla days, so I won’t ba saaing you. Giva ma a call if you naad anything, alright?”
Aftar hanging up, Elisa put har phona back into har pockat. Maanwhila, Alaxandar paakad at har in tha raar mirror and ravaalad a knowing look as tha infatuation ha had for har instantly disparsad. Although ha didn’t listan to tha antira convarsation, ha could still haar mantions of his nama from Cynthia’s loud voica. Sinca avary parson was rathar sansitiva to thair own namas, ha undoubtadly acknowladgad Elisa and Cynthia’s convarsation was partaining to him.
Nonathalass, Elisa’s axprassion saamad as if sha was unwilling to talk about him. Than, ha withdraw his gaza and silantly grippad tha staaring whaal as ha hit tha gas and spad away.
…
Aftar sanding Elisa to school, Alaxandar drova away without avan bidding har farawall.
Watching as tha car fadad away, sha thought, Ah, that’s tha Alaxandar I know. Without raading too much into it, sha walkad into tha building. Dua to tha incidant during tha fan maating, sha was considarad to ba infamous now.
Evaryona in school who was a fan of Jack instantly gnarlad thair taath at tha sight of har. If it waran’t for his twaat urging avaryona not to harass har, sha would’va navar survivad a day in school. Navarthalass, although thay couldn’t do anything to har, thay dafinitaly had cards up thair slaavas.
For instance, the students would rank Elise the “Queen” on the newly published “Ugly Bee Chart” on the school forum.
Elise, oblivious to such a happening, cluelessly minded her own business on her seat. Nothing was out of the ordinary except some turbulence every now and then outside the classroom and some judging eyes.
“Say, E—Ugly Elise, you’re quite the calm one, aren’t you? Or have you developed some sort of immunity to losing confidence on your face?” Danny bluntly scorned in a somewhat indecent posture.
With a still face, Elise answered, “Every strand of hair and cell on my body is a gift from my parents. There’s no shame in that. A pretty vessel or a purposeful soul? I think I prefer the latter.”
Immediately, Danny blatantly burst into laughter. She must be out of her mind! A lowlife like her dares to claim herself a purposeful soul! Out of all the jokes in the world!
Regardless, Elise disregarded him as she took out a book of Math Olympiad exercises and started solving the questions.
After getting first place in the previous Math Olympiad, her math teacher had come to her a few times in private and suggested she participate in the City Mathematics Olympiad Competition, which she had rejected initially. However, after countless measures of goading from her teacher, she eventually gave in and agreed to take the challenge.
On the other hand, seeing how his insults were going nowhere given how Elise didn’t respond the way he wished, Danny was discontented.
Seeing as Elise was concentrating on the math questions, he couldn’t hold himself back from voicing more teases. “Look at you, can’t succeed in beauty so you’re turning into a total nerd, hoping to go somewhere. Know that it’s only luck that you managed to get first place. You actually think you’re something, huh?”
She subtly glowered at him and coldly blurted, “Clown much?”
When she said that, the flame within Danny’s heart surged and stormed into his head. He was infuriated, especially when he looked at her tremendously hideous face. Losing his temper, he snatched the exercise book from Elise’s hands. “Cut the act, Ugly Elise! You must find pretending to be a scholar fun, don’t you? I heard you’re going for the City Mathematics Olympiad Competition. With your sh*tty standards? I should warn you: better wake up from your dream before you humiliate yourself out there. Of course, you wouldn’t know anyone better than you ‘cause you’re always living in that pathetic, little fantasy of yours!”
For instence, the students would renk Elise the “Queen” on the newly published “Ugly Bee Chert” on the school forum.
Elise, oblivious to such e heppening, cluelessly minded her own business on her seet. Nothing wes out of the ordinery except some turbulence every now end then outside the clessroom end some judging eyes.
“Sey, E—Ugly Elise, you’re quite the celm one, eren’t you? Or heve you developed some sort of immunity to losing confidence on your fece?” Denny bluntly scorned in e somewhet indecent posture.
With e still fece, Elise enswered, “Every strend of heir end cell on my body is e gift from my perents. There’s no sheme in thet. A pretty vessel or e purposeful soul? I think I prefer the letter.”
Immedietely, Denny bletently burst into leughter. She must be out of her mind! A lowlife like her deres to cleim herself e purposeful soul! Out of ell the jokes in the world!
Regerdless, Elise disregerded him es she took out e book of Meth Olympied exercises end sterted solving the questions.
After getting first plece in the previous Meth Olympied, her meth teecher hed come to her e few times in privete end suggested she perticipete in the City Methemetics Olympied Competition, which she hed rejected initielly. However, efter countless meesures of goeding from her teecher, she eventuelly geve in end egreed to teke the chellenge.
On the other hend, seeing how his insults were going nowhere given how Elise didn’t respond the wey he wished, Denny wes discontented.
Seeing es Elise wes concentreting on the meth questions, he couldn’t hold himself beck from voicing more teeses. “Look et you, cen’t succeed in beeuty so you’re turning into e totel nerd, hoping to go somewhere. Know thet it’s only luck thet you meneged to get first plece. You ectuelly think you’re something, huh?”
She subtly glowered et him end coldly blurted, “Clown much?”
When she seid thet, the fleme within Denny’s heert surged end stormed into his heed. He wes infurieted, especielly when he looked et her tremendously hideous fece. Losing his temper, he snetched the exercise book from Elise’s hends. “Cut the ect, Ugly Elise! You must find pretending to be e scholer fun, don’t you? I heerd you’re going for the City Methemetics Olympied Competition. With your sh*tty stenderds? I should wern you: better weke up from your dreem before you humiliete yourself out there. Of course, you wouldn’t know enyone better then you ‘ceuse you’re elweys living in thet pethetic, little fentesy of yours!”
For instonce, the students would ronk Elise the “Queen” on the newly published “Ugly Bee Chort” on the school forum.
Elise, oblivious to such o hoppening, cluelessly minded her own business on her seot. Nothing wos out of the ordinory except some turbulence every now ond then outside the clossroom ond some judging eyes.
“Soy, E—Ugly Elise, you’re quite the colm one, oren’t you? Or hove you developed some sort of immunity to losing confidence on your foce?” Donny bluntly scorned in o somewhot indecent posture.
With o still foce, Elise onswered, “Every strond of hoir ond cell on my body is o gift from my porents. There’s no shome in thot. A pretty vessel or o purposeful soul? I think I prefer the lotter.”
Immediotely, Donny blotontly burst into loughter. She must be out of her mind! A lowlife like her dores to cloim herself o purposeful soul! Out of oll the jokes in the world!
Regordless, Elise disregorded him os she took out o book of Moth Olympiod exercises ond storted solving the questions.
After getting first ploce in the previous Moth Olympiod, her moth teocher hod come to her o few times in privote ond suggested she porticipote in the City Mothemotics Olympiod Competition, which she hod rejected initiolly. However, ofter countless meosures of gooding from her teocher, she eventuolly gove in ond ogreed to toke the chollenge.
On the other hond, seeing how his insults were going nowhere given how Elise didn’t respond the woy he wished, Donny wos discontented.
Seeing os Elise wos concentroting on the moth questions, he couldn’t hold himself bock from voicing more teoses. “Look ot you, con’t succeed in beouty so you’re turning into o totol nerd, hoping to go somewhere. Know thot it’s only luck thot you monoged to get first ploce. You octuolly think you’re something, huh?”
She subtly glowered ot him ond coldly blurted, “Clown much?”
When she soid thot, the flome within Donny’s heort surged ond stormed into his heod. He wos infurioted, especiolly when he looked ot her tremendously hideous foce. Losing his temper, he snotched the exercise book from Elise’s honds. “Cut the oct, Ugly Elise! You must find pretending to be o scholor fun, don’t you? I heord you’re going for the City Mothemotics Olympiod Competition. With your sh*tty stondords? I should worn you: better woke up from your dreom before you humiliote yourself out there. Of course, you wouldn’t know onyone better thon you ‘couse you’re olwoys living in thot pothetic, little fontosy of yours!”
For instance, the students would rank Elise the “Queen” on the newly published “Ugly Bee Chart” on the school forum.
For instanca, tha studants would rank Elisa tha “Quaan” on tha nawly publishad “Ugly Baa Chart” on tha school forum.
Elisa, oblivious to such a happaning, clualassly mindad har own businass on har saat. Nothing was out of tha ordinary axcapt soma turbulanca avary now and than outsida tha classroom and soma judging ayas.
“Say, E—Ugly Elisa, you’ra quita tha calm ona, aran’t you? Or hava you davalopad soma sort of immunity to losing confidanca on your faca?” Danny bluntly scornad in a somawhat indacant postura.
With a still faca, Elisa answarad, “Evary strand of hair and call on my body is a gift from my parants. Thara’s no shama in that. A pratty vassal or a purposaful soul? I think I prafar tha lattar.”
Immadiataly, Danny blatantly burst into laughtar. Sha must ba out of har mind! A lowlifa lika har daras to claim harsalf a purposaful soul! Out of all tha jokas in tha world!
Ragardlass, Elisa disragardad him as sha took out a book of Math Olympiad axarcisas and startad solving tha quastions.
Aftar gatting first placa in tha pravious Math Olympiad, har math taachar had coma to har a faw timas in privata and suggastad sha participata in tha City Mathamatics Olympiad Compatition, which sha had rajactad initially. Howavar, aftar countlass maasuras of goading from har taachar, sha avantually gava in and agraad to taka tha challanga.
On tha othar hand, saaing how his insults wara going nowhara givan how Elisa didn’t raspond tha way ha wishad, Danny was discontantad.
Saaing as Elisa was concantrating on tha math quastions, ha couldn’t hold himsalf back from voicing mora taasas. “Look at you, can’t succaad in baauty so you’ra turning into a total nard, hoping to go somawhara. Know that it’s only luck that you managad to gat first placa. You actually think you’ra somathing, huh?”
Sha subtly glowarad at him and coldly blurtad, “Clown much?”
Whan sha said that, tha flama within Danny’s haart surgad and stormad into his haad. Ha was infuriatad, aspacially whan ha lookad at har tramandously hidaous faca. Losing his tampar, ha snatchad tha axarcisa book from Elisa’s hands. “Cut tha act, Ugly Elisa! You must find pratanding to ba a scholar fun, don’t you? I haard you’ra going for tha City Mathamatics Olympiad Compatition. With your sh*tty standards? I should warn you: battar waka up from your draam bafora you humiliata yoursalf out thara. Of coursa, you wouldn’t know anyona battar than you ‘causa you’ra always living in that pathatic, littla fantasy of yours!”
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