<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1221 Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mason hadn’t always treated Cecilia well in the past, so in a way, she felt justified in giving this advice. As the old saying went, “revenge is a dish best served cold Sometimes, waiting years to exact it was worth it.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You’re absolutely right,” Lucille agreed, nodding enthusiastically. “Ill make sure we have everything in order before we get married.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, far away, Mason, blissfully unaware of the plotting going on in his absence, sneezed. Little did he know that thanks to Cecilia’s influence, he was destined to be wrapped around his wife’s finger.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte, listening to the conversation about prenuptial agreements, divorce, and marriage, couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing. Surrounded by friends who were either married, nning to get married, or navigating divorce, she realized she was still single. A part of her yearned for that kind of connection.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Boss, I think I’m going to go for a walk,” she said, standing up.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As Charlotte stepped outside, she spotted Sven returning with Elliot. The tall, imposing figure of Sven was hard to miss. His entire demeanor seemed to scream, stay away,” and yet Charlotte couldn’t help but sneak a few more nces in his direction.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sven approached with Elliot in tow. “I’ll be heading back now,” he said, handing Elliot over to Charlotte.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte stood frozen for a moment, her mind going nk. “Huh?” was all she managed to say.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot, ever observant, had already picked up on the fact that Charlotte seemed to have a soft Sensing an opportunity, he decided to help her along.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">spot for Sven</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mr. Sven, didn’t you say you’d teach me how to work out? Why don’t we go to your ce, and you can show both me and Charlotte?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte blushed, flustered by the sudden suggestion. “Oh, um, Elliot, maybe I shouldn’t go?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But Elliot wasn’t having any of it. Come on, does she not know how to flirt? I’m already ying wingman for her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Come on, Charlotte. I want you toe too,” he said, grabbing her hand and giving her an innocent, yful look.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing the situation, Sven didn’t object. He led the two of them to his ce and started teaching Elliot some basic exercises.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte tried to follow along, but she found herself more focused on Sven than on the workout. Her movements were sloppy and far from standard.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sven noticed and stepped behind her, gently correcting her posture. “You’ve done this before, right? Howe you’re struggling with the basics?” he asked, his voice low and close.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The unexpected touch and his proximity made Charlotte’s face flush redder than ever.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Watching the exchange, Elliot thought to himself, Finally, things are moving along.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But Charlotte, being the dense woman she was, immediately corrected her posture and performed the Elliot sighed inwardly. No wonder Charlotte doesn’t have a boyfriend yet. She’s way too dense!</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Realizing that his matchmaking efforts might be in vain, Elliot decided that instead of pushing Charlotte toward Sven, he’d first have to teach her how to be a meek or timid woman After all, subtlety was key.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sven, meanwhile, watched Charlotte with a mix of amusement and admiration.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Good job,” he said, his tone even. “That’s enough for today. Eli, if you need more help, feel free to ask</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With a resigned nod. Elliot agreed. “All right.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As they left, Elliot couldn’t help but let out another sigh. Charlotte, noticing his change in mood, looked at him with concern.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Eli, did something happen at school today? Why do you seem so down?” she asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot stopped in his tracks and looked up at her seriously. “Charlotte, do you have feelings for Mr. Sven?” he asked bluntly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte, taken aback by the question, immediately turned her head, trying to hide her blush. “What are you talking about? I’m just admiring a handsome guy, that’s all.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot wasn’t convinced. “Uh–huh.”</font></font>Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">You say you’re just admiring him, but you couldn’t even look away back then.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Charlotte, if you really like him, maybe spend some time online looking at how ygirls flirt. It might help,” Elliot suggested, sounding far older than his years.</font></font>