Chapter 631 That dream had haunted him countless times-those tender moments with Citrine, the closeness they once shared.
He remembered it all so vividly: how they met, how they slowly got to know each other, how love took root and grew. Ten years together, from her eighteenth birthday until she turned twenty-eight. A whole decade of memories, all starting with a reckless bet.
It was her eighteenth birthday—a grand affair thrown by the Iversons, and Jeanette, the younger Iverson daughter, had spared no effort to look her best. She was at the center of it all, basking in the adoration of friends and family, her face glowing with happiness.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut then, the eldest Iverson daughter entered the room, and in that instant, all eyes shifted. Just by standing there, Citrine stole the spotlight from Jeanette, making the birthday girl look utterly ordinary.
Theo and his friends couldn't help but stare at Citrine.
"Wow, the Iversons' eldest is stunning," one of them whispered, unable to hide his awe. "She makes the younger one look like a backyard sparrow." "Honestly, next to her, Jeanette just fades into the background," another chimed in.
"I rarely see the older Iverson girl at these parties," a third mused. "Jeanette's always the one attending events with Mr. Iverson." "Don't you know?" someone added in a lower voice. "She may have the looks, but the word is she's a real piece of work. She's adopted, too." "Yeah, people say the Iversons' adopted daughter is ruthless. She's always been jealous of Jeanette-the real Iverson heiress-and bullied her growing up. That's what I've heard, anyway." "Classic fefatale," someone concluded.
Theo repeated the words quietly, "Fefatale..." He found himself watching Citrine a little longer, unable to deny the effect her beauty had on him.
Quentin, picking up on Theo's interest, gave him a sly grin. "Theo, don't tellyou've got your eye on the infamous fefatale?" Their friends all turned to see how Theo would answer. With a crooked smile, he shrugged. "Wouldn't be the worst thing to keep her around for sfun." Citrine was the adopted daughter of the Iversons never fully accepted, not someone who'd ever be welcomed into a family like the Glenwoods. That was just how things were.
Quentin glanced over at Citrine, his expression mischievous. "Word is, she's got quite the attitude. Turns her nose up at everyone. A few guys from our circle already tried to win her over, but she shot them all down." Quentin's eyes lit up with a new idea. "How about we make this interesting, Theo? If you can get her to fall for you, I'll give you a bigger cut in our next business deal What do you say?" Theo looked at the Iversons' eldest, standing apart from the celebration, and let out a low whistle. "Deal. Winning over a girl like her? Child's play." With that, Theo got up and, in full view of the group, strode across the room toward Citrine.
Her beauty was even more striking up close. As their eyes met, Theo actually felt his breath catch, his heart skipping a beat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ms. Iverson, may I have the next dance?" he asked, holding her gaze, confident she would say yes.
Instead, Citrine shot him a frosty look. Without a word, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
Theo hadn't expected rejection-certainly not outright dismissal. Being ignored like that felt worse than any "no," and he could feel his face burning with embarrassment.
When he returned, Quentin and the others were practically doubled over with laughter.
"Well, well. Who would've thought Mr. Glenwood himself would get o m spubbed by an eighteen-year-old?" one of them teased.
"Maybe you're losing your touch, Theo. Can't even handle a n handle a girl fresh out of school! another laughed. Theo scowled, refusing to let it go. "Just watch. I'm not giving up that easily." In the days that followed, he tried
again and again to get close to Citrine. But she was utterlupmoved polite but cold, never once 9 him in, no matter how charming or persistent he tried to be.