Chapter 509 Chapter 509: Carl Turner emerged, the embodiment of refined elegance, his gold-rimmed glasses lending him a scholarly air.
His polite yet distant voice filled the air.
Miss Cruz, why on earth are you on foot? Didnt you have a driver arranged? Carl, tall and impeccably dressed, exuded a sophistication starkly different from Rhys type of charm.
Ettas eyes shimmered with intrigue as she recalled Lindsays words, describing Carl as the most promising heir of the esteemed Turner family.
Mr.
Turner, are you on your way out? Etta averted her eyes modestly, a playful giggle escaping her lips while her long eyelashes concealed the calculating twinkle beneath.
With feigned simplicity, she added, Oh, about why I went on foot, its rather complicated, actually.
Before Carl had a chance to speak, she continued with a touch of distress, I hadnt anticipated the vastness of this place.
I fear I may be late for my class... Pausing, she nibbled on her lower lip anxiously.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMr.
Turner, would it be too much to ask for a lift? Just to a spot where I can hail a taxi.
I wouldnt dream of imposing on you to driveall the way to Baythorn University.
How could I possibly refuse? Carl, embodying the quintessential gentleman, gestured toward his car, instructing the chauffeur, Please, take us to Baythorn University first.
Etta hesitated, feigning reluctance.
Your source for updates gVlnov????IsOh, thats very kind of you, Mr.
Turner, but really, its not necessary... No trouble at all, Carl responded briskly.
He soon mentioned he had to prepare for an imminent international symposium, subtly hinting at the need to end their discussion.
With a nod, he slipped on his headphones and retreated into a serene silence for the duration of the trip. Etta sat in quiet reflection, not daring to break his contemplation.
Her eyes remained forward, her presence marked by an air of cultivated composure.
As they arrived at the university, she ventured, Mr.
Turner, Im deeply grateful.
It would be my pleasure to repay your kindness with lunch at your convenience.
Carl was initially reluctant to offer Etta a ride, as it had interfered with his schedule and seemed somewhat beneath him.
Now, her tactics were disrupting his peace of mind, causing his calm facade to slip.
In a frosty voice, he declared, Miss Cruz, dont overanalyze things.
This was nothing more than a minor courtesy, one that anyone else would have gladly extended for a ride to school.
Despite this, Etta continued to press.
Something she mentioned captured Carls attention.
He took off his headphones and asked, Youre preparing the meal yourself? Does this mean youre extending an invitation to the Sanderson estate, Miss Cruz? Recalling her abrupt departure earlier, Ettas spirits dipped.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was aware of Carls eagerness to visit the Sanderson family, but she had already plotted to have the Sanderson family invite her back on their own terms.
Choosing between pursuing a man and sticking to her carefully laid plans, Etta firmly opted for the latter. The Turner family, especially the men, were notorious for being untrustworthy.
Given her position as the daughter of a housekeeper, Etta knew well that a prominent family like the Turner family would never embrace her.
Only the Green family, who placed love above status, would consider el someone of her modest background. This fueled her resolve to solidify her role as the Sanderson familys goddaughter.
Achieving this would open up a world of possibilities in her romantic endeavors.
Etta shook her head, her expression firm, telling him shed cook for him somewhere else.
Carls expression briefly hardened into a cold stare, but he sognoloaked it with his customary courteous E facade. With a gentle smile, he replied, Sure, if I can find the time.
Seizing his meeting as a pretext, Carl quickly returned to his car and left e without lingering. Etta remained steadfast, her resolve unshaken.