Chapter 208: Enough is Enough
“What do we do now…?”
Angel looked at Lena hopefully.
“Well, my wife is so famous.”
Lena sipped her coffee, a smile on her lips.
Under the table, she squeezed Angel’s hand.
“Still smiling? When I’m gone, let’s see if you can still smile,” Angel said, pinching Lena’s hand.
“Why would you be gone…?”
Lena squeezed back, their fingers intertwined.
“Even if this arm is severed, I will never let you go, even if I die…”
“Alright, alright, I know you love me! Don’t talk about dying.”
Angel’s face was a mixture of worry and happiness, touched by Lena’s sweet words.
Although surrounded by fans, with Lena by her side, all problems seemed to melt away.
She looked at Lena, her eyes filled with love.
“Is there something on my face?”
Lena touched her cheek.
“I just think you’re beautiful, I can’t get enough of you,” Angel said, resting her chin on her hand. “Do you have a plan to get us out of here? My appointment with my sister is coming up soon.”
Lena glanced at the crowded cafe, even the aisles were packed with Angel’s fans.
“No idea, how about you sacrifice yourself, I’ll go find Vanessa, then come back to save you.”
Lena, even at a time like this, still loved to joke.
But she truly had no plan, she couldn’t hurt anyone, her strength useless in this situation.
“Idiot! You’d leave your precious wife here and run away?!”
Angel retorted, her face flushed with anger.
“You said you would never leave me.”
“Just kidding… how could I bear to leave you?”
“Hmph!”
Angel puffed out her cheeks, glaring at Lena.
The situation was at a standstill.
“Follow me.”
Suddenly, a clear female voice echoed in Angel’s mind.
Angel turned her head, but saw no one.
“Close your eyes,” the voice commanded.
The cold, elegant voice was familiar…
Angel’s heart skipped a beat, and she obeyed, closing her eyes.
Lena crossed her arms, her gaze sweeping over the noisy crowd.
A simple cafe, yet so popular.
As expected of her…
Lena’s gaze fell on Angel, a smile playing on her lips.
In a flash, they were in a different place, a cafe with a completely different style.
Vanessa crossed her legs, a small book in her hand, sipping her tea gracefully.
On the table before her were a few savory pastries. She took a bite, a few crumbs falling onto her handkerchief.
“You’re here?”
She wasn’t surprised to see Angel, a sign of her growing mastery over spatial magic.
But…
“Why are you here too?”
Vanessa’s face darkened, a bad memory resurfacing.
The marks Lena had left on her still ached, even now, she had to wear a scarf to hide them.
Looking in the mirror was a form of torture.
“Where Angel is, I am. What if some creep tries to drug her when I’m not around?”
Lena’s words were a subtle jab at Vanessa’s own underhanded tactics.
She hadn’t expected Vanessa to also resort to drugging someone, she must have been desperate.
“Likewise,” Vanessa sneered.
They started bickering the moment they arrived. Angel, having ordered, returned to find them still at it.
Especially Vanessa, her face long and grim. She clearly took this “date” seriously, which only made their rivalry more intense, as if they were about to come to blows.
Angel rubbed her temples, leaning back wearily.
“Are you two done flirting?”
They both turned, saying in unison, “No!”
Quite a tacit understanding.
Lena’s expression also darkened, realizing this wasn’t working. She moved to another table, ordering her own food.
Three people, two tables.
Angel didn’t know where to sit.
Both were dear to her, one her sister, the other her lover.
“Don’t make me choose… silly sister, silly Lena,” she muttered, then, in a fit of pique, chose a third table.
Three tables, three beautiful women.
The waiter, seeing the strange arrangement, was momentarily stunned.
But he quickly recovered, serving them their food, then hesitating. “Separate bills? Or…”
“I’ll pay.”
Lena tapped the table, taking out her card. “How much is it? Charge it to my card.”
“Who needs your dirty money?” Vanessa retorted, her voice filled with hostility. “I’ll pay for Angel, you can save your money for your coffin.”
“Heh, it seems you didn’t learn your lesson last night.”
Lena’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light. If Angel weren’t here, she would have crushed this impertinent little beauty.
“Don’t be so arrogant, even if you are Angel’s sister, hmph…”
“Do you want me to expose your true colors, Lena? I told you, stay away from Angel.”
Vanessa scoffed, crossing her arms.
Lena’s expression was equally dark.
“I’ll pay, thank you,” Angel quickly took out her own wallet, smiling sweetly at the embarrassed waiter. “I’m sorry you had to witness this, it must have been troublesome.”
She apologized, handing her wallet to the waiter, her smile like a spring breeze, disarming and charming.
Her polite words were a stark contrast to the bickering duo.
“N-no problem.”
The waiter blushed, stammering as he took the money and left.
Both women frowned, their concern for Angel a shared sentiment.
Lena: “Why did you pay for her?”
Angel: “She’s my sister.”
Vanessa: “Why did you pay for that villain?! She has plenty of money!”
Angel: “Lena is my wife, shouldn’t I pay for her?”
Well, there was no arguing with that.
Lena and Vanessa fell silent.
They ate in silence, exchanging hostile glances, Angel caught in the middle.
“Enough is enough.”
Angel put her hands on her hips, pointing a finger at Lena’s forehead. “Can’t you two just talk things out? Why does it have to be a life-or-death struggle?”
She didn’t want to get involved in their feud.
But they were both important to her, she couldn’t just stand by and watch things escalate…
This outing had been her attempt to reconcile them.
