Revenge is best served cold

Despite my mockery, Jeremiah's expression remained unchanged, which sent a chill down my spine.

"She passed out from anger when she got back, yet she still said she doesn't blame you." Jeremiah's gaze wandered, and it seemed like he truly believed Beata had a generous heart.

I nodded, but I didn't look at him.

"I see. Well, make sure to remind her to take care of her health. If that's all, I'll be on my way."

Saying that, I turned to the side, intending to walk past Jeremiah.

But Jeremiah blocked me again, his face showing nothing but determination. "I'd like to have dinner with you. The restaurant's already booked."

I raised an eyebrow at him and met his unwavering gaze. I immediately understood. It seemed that after Beata hit a dead end with me yesterday, the Cornell family had stepped up their pressure on Jeremiah.

Though I didn't want to have dinner with him, at that moment, I changed my mind. "Fine, let's go."

Soon, the car stopped in front of a Marosdian restaurant.

"The dishes here are really creative, and the flavors are amazing. Especially the desserts—they'll have you hooked," Jeremiah continued to praise the place as we sat down.

I nodded, my attitude indifferent.

While he was busy ordering, I took out my phone and snapped a photo of him. I uploaded the photo to Instagram and set it so that only Elsa could see it. I included the location before posting it.

Next, I just waited for the situation to unfold.

Feeling satisfied, I put my phone away and then looked up to meet Jeremiah's gaze. To my surprise, his eyes seemed unexpectedly filled with a strange tenderness, which sent a chill down my spine.

Perhaps my expression was too unpleasant because he froze, cleared his throat, and said, "Jae, stop messing around. Let's head home."

I looked at him, puzzled. "Home? Whose home?"

"Our home."

He looked at me as if it was only natural, almost as if he thought I was just throwing a tantrum.

I quickly waved my hand. "I don't

know if the pressure from the

Cornell family is too much for you or if you have some kind of delusions, but there's no way we're going back to how things were."

In an instant, I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. The hand holding the cup slowly tightened, and his fingertips turned white.

Just when I thought he might flip the table, he suddenly smiled. "I know that you have nothing going on with Eric and Levi."

I raised an eyebrow, signaling for him to continue.

"You're just doing all this to get my attention. Well, you've succeeded."

I looked at him seriously, and for a moment, I saw a hint of sincerity in his eyes, which made me instinctively step back.

The next moment, I caught a glimpse of a figure darting past the door. I smirked, immediately getting into character.

"So, even if I've been entangled with

those men, you're still willing to accept me? You mean, you still have

feelings for me and don't want a

divorce?" I sat up straighter,

watching Jeremiah intently.

He nodded. "I always thought there were no feelings left between us. But these past few days, I've realized that I still care about you."

Hearing his words, I felt a wave of disgust. Even if he was sincere, I had long since grown to despise him. Not to mention, just like Elsa, he was born to play the role of a master manipulator.

Jeremiah looked at me with expectation, completely oblivious to the figure steadily approaching from a distance.

"Jeremiah... Jane... What a coincidence."

I saw Jeremiah stiffen, and he turned around slower than usual. "Elsa? What are you doing here?"