After Divorce

Chapter 185 Out of Control 

The more you don’t want something to happen, the more likely it is to happen. Sylvia didn’t know how to explain to the two people around her. She just wanted to say that this wasn’t the case at all. Finding herself in this situation, she definitely didn’t want to see it happen. 

Their friends looked at Sylvia with a curious expression, and Sylvia felt a bit helpless. Nevertheless, she weakly explained, “I really just bumped into him today. There was nothing else to it. I just wanted to come out and have some fun by myself. Originally, Juliette was supposed to come with me, but she had something come up at the last minute, so I had to go alone. I helped him pick out a few clothes for his son and then we had a meal together. There’s nothing else to it.” 

“Why would a perfectly fine person like him need you to pick out clothes for his son? Doesn’t he have his own fashion team? Why did he have to go with you? What’s your relationship with him?” 

Miranda’s words hit the nail on the head, directly pointing out the problem. Sylvia suddenly found herself in this situation. Why didn’t she think that her clothes were usually delivered to her door? Logically speaking, Miles‘ family must be the same. How did it turn into this? 

“Isn’t it easy to explain this? He must have taken a liking to you, so he wanted to hang out with you. What ‘bumping into each other by chance‘? How could such a coincidence happen? I think he’s interested in you. Could it be that he wants to pursue you?” 

Kate took a sip of her drink and leisurely spoke. Sylvia was also drinking and almost choked. This reaction instantly stunned both of them. The next moment, Miranda tentatively spoke, “Could it be true, Kate? Is he really pursuing you? If that’s the case, it’s not a bad thing. Compared to Cyril, Miles is very reliable, and he’s a good person.” 

“Don’t even think about it! I’ve just finally freed myself from marriage. Am I crazy to want to go back to that confinement again?” 

Sylvia quickly shook her head to clear up the misunderstanding. Although Miles was indeed a good person, there was no way she would agree to become a family with him. 

“If he wanted to pursue you, would you even know about it? Anyway, I think Miles is a really good guy. If you’re considering marriage, you can consider him.” 

Kate shrugged. 

If it were someone else, they wouldn’t say such things, but Miles was indeed a good person. They had more or less had some contact with him, and after getting to know him, they thought he was a good person. So they were quite willing to see Sylvia interact with him. Of course, if Sylvia didn’t want to, there was nothing they could do. 

‘Can you guys stop saying these things? The more you talk, the more I get a headache.” 

Sylvia sighed. She had called them both over just to help her calm down, not to continue gossiping about herself and Miles or gossiping about Miles. 

“I’m afraid we can’t. Look, upstairs, there’s someone about to lose control. I feel like they’re about to come down and ask you why you were with Miles today, why you had dinner together, and why you went shopping together.” 

Miranda had been paying attention to them for a while, so she glanced at Cyril. Cyril was tightly holding onto his glass, his eyes fixed on them without blinking. It was obvious which direction he was looking. He knew Sylvia was here and had come over because of that. 

It looked like Cyril was about to come down, but he kept controlling himself from doing so. Perhaps he was afraid that if he came down like this, he would quarrel with Sylvia. Sylvia didn’t like him to begin with. If they quarreled, wouldn’t they just drift further apart? 

Sylvia glanced in Cyril’s direction and then looked away. She had felt a bit annoyed just now, but now she felt even more annoyed. Before, she was annoyed because of the gossip about her and Miles, but now she was annoyed because of Cyril. 

“Since that’s the case, should we go up and say hello to him, or are you leaving?” 

To be honest, meeting Cyril here was something they hadn’t expected. None of them liked Cyril, so if Sylvia wanted to leave, they had no objections. 

“Why should I leave just because Cyril is here?” 

Sylvia laughed directly. Why should she leave? Clearly, this was a place she often came to, and why should she care about Cyril’s opinion? 

“We have nothing to do with each other now. He can think whatever he wants. Even if I’m married to someone else today, what reason does he have to come down and question me?” 

“Although that’s what you say, he obviously regrets it. Speaking of which, how did you like him in the first place? Now that he regrets it, are you sure you don’t want to reconcile with him? Maybe after you two make up, he’ll treat you better.” 

Miranda spoke with some disregard, clearly knowing that her brother liked Sylvia very much, but at this time, she didn’t consider her brother’s feelings at all. 

“Listen to what you’re saying! You obviously know how much your brother likes Sylvia, but now you’re not helping your brother, you’re helping Cyril. Do you think that’s appropriate?” 

“Why wouldn’t it be appropriate? I think it’s very appropriate. Even if it’s my brother, so what?” 

Even if it was her own brother, she still had to think about Sylvia’s happiness. Obviously, Cyril hadn’t entered Sylvia’s heart, which meant they weren’t compatible. Since they weren’t compatible, why hold onto this matter? It would be better to take this opportunity for each of them to find their own happiness. 

Miranda and Kate had different opinions on this matter. Unexpectedly, Kate was on Duncan’s side, which caught Sylvia off guard. 

As they talked, they became more and more excited, almost about to argue. Sylvia felt that the situation was getting out of hand and immediately acted as the peacemaker. 

“Or should we leave? I feel like Cyril’s presence here is affecting not only my mood but also yours. If we continue like this, you two might end up fighting here.” After years of friendship, it would be meaningless if they argued because of a man. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

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