Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 58

Within moments, Andrew had a bowl full of neatly extracted crab meat ready.

“Andre, you’re incredible at this.

I’m nowhere as quick,” Kristine remarked sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes, clearly hinting for a taste of his expertly prepared seafood.

“Perhaps you should pick up the pace then,” came Andrew’s cool, matter-of-fact reply.

He didn’t even glance up as he spoke.

Madisyn stifled a laugh at his directness, appreciating his no- nonsense style even if it was somewhat harsh.

The next moment, a small bowl of crab meat was set before her.

Andrew’s rich, resonant voice soon followed.

“Since you don’t want to pick the crab meat, I’ve done it for you.

Please, go ahead.

”

Madisyn paused, slightly unsettled by the unexpected offering.

“Well… I appreciate it, but maybe I shouldn’t.

I’m happy with the other dishes,” she responded, her shyness evident.

“No worries.

You should eat.

Your brother told me to look after you.

I’m just following instructions,” Andrew r

d a beat as she took a bite of the crab meat.

It was exceptionally fresh, with a delicate sweetness that seemed to echo the kindness in Andrew’s gesture.

Across the table, Kristine’s grip tightened around her spoon, her jealousy palpable.

The sight of Andrew, who typically maintained a distance from women, attentively catering to Madisyn was too much for her.

In her agitation, she pressed too hard and sliced her finger on a sharp crab shell, the sudden pain snapping her back to the moment.

“Ouch!” Kristine cried out, startled by the sight of her own blood.

“Waiter!” Andrew called out without hesitation.

“She needs some help over here.

”

A waiter was quick to respond, bringing over a first aid kit to attend to Kristine’s injury.

As her finger was being bandaged, Kristine couldn’t help but watch Madisyn and Andrew.

The ease with which Madisyn enjoyed the crab meat that Andrew had prepared for her was like salt in her wound.

The bitterness of the situation was overwhelming.

The man she had longed for, pursued relentlessly over the years, was now showing attentiveness to someone he had barely known.

It filled her with a deep-seated resentment.

“Miss, please relax,” the waiter gently said, noticing her tension as he tended to her wound.

Kristine’s realization that her actions were exacerbating the bleeding made her ease her grip.

Once the bandage was securely in place, she attempted to return to her meal, but the dishes that once delighted her now seemed bland and unappealing.