Chapter 478: Emotional Intelligence Issue_1
Zara Jameson, upon mentioning writing a letter, Ryan Wesley suddenly came back to life, full of energy.
Anyone with eyes could see how happy he was.
Did she misunderstand something…
Purple couldn’t help but look at Jane McCain, finding that Jane had a beaming face, showing no signs of upset.
Could it be she really misunderstood?
Purple was so confused that when Jane went to the restroom, she quickly followed and asked casually as if nothing was important, “When are you planning to confess to your crush?”
Jane was startled by her question.
Purple reminded her, “Last time we went to Peachwater Village, the sorceress said you would get what your heart desired.”
Jane’s face fell immediately, and she said indignantly, “That sorceress really is a fraud! I’ve liked him for so long, but he ended up marrying someone else!”
Purple’s face was a picture of shock, “You… you’re not into Ryan Wesley?”
“Ah?” Jane’s eyes widened in surprise, “Me into Ryan Wesley? Purple, are you kidding me? How could I possibly like him?!”
Purple was even more surprised than Jane and blurted out, “But I always thought you two were an item! Aren’t you guys close?”
After a moment of speechlessness, Jane sighed while holding her forehead, “Purple, sometimes you’re really smart, but other times, how can you be… sigh!”
Her tone was quite heavy.
“My relationship with Ryan Wesley is purely platonic,” Jane seriously told Purple, “Besides, he has always had feelings for Zara, how could you mistake me and him as a couple?”
Having said that, and without waiting for Purple’s reaction, Jane exclaimed in horror, “Oh no, does Zara also misunderstand me and Ryan?! What am I to do… Oh, it’s so frustrating! You and Zara need to work on your emotional intelligence!”
Jane returned to the restaurant looking worried, probably afraid of being misunderstood again, and deliberately sat far away from Ryan Wesley.
Zara just thought Jane didn’t want to be crammed and didn’t mind it.
Yet Purple was rather downcast, and while eating her meal, she found the food tasteless.
She recalled Allen Rivera’s assessment of her and became even more puzzled: Is my emotional intelligence really that low?
She had always thought… she was the goddess of wisdom in everyone’s eyes, but it turned out not to be the case at all…
This little episode made Purple feel inner defeat, leading her to a deeper understanding of herself…
The celebration dinner finally came to an end.
When Ryan Wesley went to pay the bill, the attendant informed him that it had already been taken care of.
All four of them were surprised.
“Who paid for the meal?” Jane asked in surprise.
The attendant said with a smile, “A gentleman at table six.”
They looked over and saw a few men sitting at table six, including Gavin Graves.
Gavin, noticing their gaze, looked up, his lips curling into a smile as he nodded at them.
They then knew that Gavin Graves had taken care of the bill.
“Young Master Graves is always so handsome, so stylish,” Jane mused with admiration, really liking the type of man that Gavin Graves is.
Ryan Wesley was dismissive: “I’m not broke, no need for his meddling.”
“This chain restaurant belongs to Graves Corporation, and Young Master Graves giving us a free meal is a gesture of gentlemanly grace,” Jane criticized Ryan Wesley, thinking he didn’t understand anything.
“I’m not coming here to eat next time,” Ryan Wesley muttered.
Jane teased him, “You think you’ll run into Young Master Graves every time you come here? Get free meals every time? Dream on!”
Purple quietly observed the interaction between the two…
Indeed… although they seemed close, there was none of the subtle romantic tension between a young man and a woman, indeed more like buddies…
How had she not noticed that before?
After dinner, it was already quite late, and the four of them headed home.
When Purple returned home, she found Alexander Summers sitting in the living room watching TV.
It was indeed rare. Ever since the school term started, Purple had not seen Alexander coming home.
She put down her bag and picked up a tangerine from the coffee table.
Alexander watched her closely, his brow furrowed, and he asked in a dark tone, “Where have you been today?”