Having walked a short distance, Amelia turned to look back and saw that Alder Locke was not following her. She then triumphantly said to Titus Zane, "Pretty sister, isn’t Amelia smart?"
Titus Zane blinked, not understanding Amelia’s meaning at first, then saw the little girl proudly lift her chin, saying, "Amelia could tell that sister dislikes that man, so Amelia asked sister to accompany her to the restroom!"
Looking at the little girl beside her, she felt a mix of amusement and helplessness, wondering if her feelings were so obvious that even a child could perceive them.
Smiling, Titus Zane praised her, "Yes, Amelia is very smart, and very cute too."
"The aunties in kindergarten say the same thing too," Amelia said with a proud tilt of her chin.
Holding Amelia’s hand, they headed towards the restroom corridor, with Caspian Warner trailing far behind. Like all the guests attending the annual party, he wore a dark-colored suit, so nobody suspected his identity as he crossed over from the banquet hall.
"Go on, I’ll wait for you at the door." Standing at the restroom door, Titus Zane helped push the door open, but the little girl hesitated, looking troubled as she said, "I’m afraid I’ll get my dress dirty, pretty sister, could you come in and help me..."
Seeing the little girl’s troubled expression, Titus Zane could not bear to refuse her, especially since she loved children. Smiling, she agreed and entered the cubicle with Amelia. Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Lock the door," Amelia pointed at the cubicle’s lock. Titus Zane turned to look, smiling as she assured, "Don’t worry, this is the ladies’ restroom, no one will come in, and they can’t open it if sister is standing here."
"But I can’t pee if the door isn’t locked!" Amelia, somewhat frantic, has always been looked after by nannies at home due to her father’s busy work, which made her feel insecure.
"All right, all right, I’ll lock it," Titus Zane gave in and turned to lock the cubicle door.
Only then did Amelia let it go, asking Titus Zane to hold up her skirt but not look, leaving Titus Zane no choice but to squat down and close her eyes.
Outside the restroom, Caspian Warner followed all the way and cautiously looked back as he turned into the corridor. He waited outside the women’s restroom door for a while, seeing no one else going in or out before he gently pushed open the door and entered.
In the banquet hall, Abigail Zimmerman was accompanying her husband, entertaining business friends, while her father was still surrounded by a crowd. Alder Locke, sullen from Amelia’s earlier rebuff, stood alone at the bar, drinking heavily.
A flashy-dressed woman approached, as attractive single men do attract attention.
"Handsome, are you from Capital City as well? I haven’t seen you around," the woman said in a flirtatious, high-pitched voice.
Alder Locke scrutinized her from head to toe, feeling disdain. Before meeting Titus Zane, he might have shown some interest in such flamboyant women, as it was all just fun, and he wouldn’t refuse a woman who was easy on the eyes and keen to jump into bed.
But now, with Titus Zane in his heart, all other women seemed like trivial beings to him.
Women should be dignified like Titus Zane, lofty and aloof, which makes a man want to conquer.
"What? Can’t I attend the annual party if I’m not from Capital City?" Glaring at the woman, Alder Locke retorted rudely, and her face turned red as he walked away briskly. Biting her lip, she grabbed a glass of red wine and chased after him.
Perhaps because she was wearing high heels or because she only had eyes for Alder Locke, the woman stumbled a bit. Luckily, she was agile enough to prevent a fall, but the glass of red wine she was carrying spilled all over her, staining her light-colored dress significantly.
Alder Locke turned around, watched the woman’s embarrassing state, sneered coldly, and walked away.