Chapter 310

Sure enough, many people recognized that Giselle was the woman who Nolan picked up that day. "So it's Miss Photographer." There's a hint of debunking here. "But in the end, Nolan and her seemed very close, it seemed like there's something going on." Some started to speculate quietly. Giselle read through a bunch of comments, among them spotting one, "Isn't this woman Gloria's elder sister?" But it didn't stir up any waves. Gloria had long since cooled down, her brief popularity had faded and it was almost a year since she had been completely forgotten. Giselle played with her phone for a while, ready to put it down, when she received a private message. "Sis, have you seen the trending news?" It was from Nolan. He had followed Giselle's overseas account. Giselle had no intention to reply, but messages from Nolan kept coming. In the end, he said, "I asked someone to check you when I went back." Giselle frowned, Nolan continued, "I didn't expect that you are a famous figure in Finceland." Giselle poked at the screen, "Are you idle or something?" "I'm quite free." Nolan said, "How about I come to Frystonia to visit you, and you treat me to a meal?" Giselle held her forehead, shocked by Nolan's thick skin. Upstairs, the door to Harper's bedroom was closed. When Giselle heard the noise, she looked up. Harper came down. She was off duty today, but she still applied light makeup, her hair loose around her shoulders, making her look refreshingly pure. Except for the glasses. Although Harper's cool temperament matched well with her golden-rimmed glasses, her eyes were the most beautiful part of her, it’s a pity to cover them up. "Harper, don't you think you should try to adapt to contact lenses?" Harper adjusted her glasses, "Don't I look good like this?" Giselle answered, "No doubt, you look good, but shouldn't you take dating more seriously?" Upon hearing the word ‘dating’, Harper hurriedly said, "Stop talking nonsense, it's not a date." "Isn't it Mr. Frankie who asked you out?" "Yes." "Then how isn't it a date?" "Just accompanying Jessica to the amusement park, Jessica wanted to see me." "I do feel a bit of sympathy for Will." Giselle's face showed a pitiful expression, "It feels so pitiful, he wants to invite you out, but has to use Jessica as a cover." She reached out and tugged on Harper, "Harper, can we let go a bit? You should be dating." She said, "I think Will is quite good. He matches you well, considers your feelings and is very patient. I feel relieved knowing you are with him." "Why are you suddenly talking about being relieved or not?" Giselle said, "I will eventually have to return to Finceland." Harper asked her, "Have you decided when to return?" Giselle shook her head, "Not decided yet, maybe next year. I haven't seen the snow in Frystonia yet." Giselle said she would return next year, but in just a few days, she received a call from Harrison. She initially didn't want to answer, but Harrison kept calling again and again. When she finally answered, she found out that he was sick, and it seemed to be quite serious. Harrison said, "Giselle, come back. The Hawk family needs you." Giselle was no fool. At a point like this, she could not possibly not return. Harrison didn't just have one daughter. There was also Gloria. Wasn't this the time for a squabble over the family fortune? Even though, the Hawk family could hardly be considered a true aristocracy in the real sense. On the day Giselle returned to her home country, Harper took her to the airport. Harper watched her with worried eyes. Although Giselle had recovered, she had just been discharged from the hospital less than two months ago. Harper was concerned that, in Finceland, if Giselle bumped into Maverick again, it might trigger her illness. Harper was always holding Giselle's wrist, and on that left wrist was a watch with a wide silver strap. In the past, Giselle had rarely worn it, using it more as an accessory. Now though, the watch seemed to be embedded on her wrist. "Giselle, if you see him back home..." Harper's voice trailed off, afraid to mention Maverick's name. Giselle understood what Harper was implying. She hugged Harper and said, "Harper, don't worry about me. You know how carefree I am, right? If I can let go of Patrick, I can let go of him too." The flight from Frystonia to Finceland was long, more than twenty hours. Giselle slept several times. Across the aisle, a business elite was seated. Every time Giselle opened her eyes, she could see him staring at her attentively. Such gaze was not too unfamiliar to her. Some men were like that, seeing a slightly attractive woman, and unable to turn their gaze away. After getting off the plane, the man couldn't hold it in any longer and approached Giselle, asking for her number. Giselle let out a small laugh, seeming slightly flippant. The man was dizzy by her charm. Giselle took a sharp turn and left. What a joke! Did he think that anyone could just get her contact number easily? Giselle didn't bother booking a hotel. She returned to Northill Residence. She had divorced Maverick completely now. There was no reason she couldn't stay in her own house. After settling her luggage, Giselle contacted the housekeeping services. She took a light nap on the sofa while the maid was cleaning. By the time she woke up, it was already night. She rose from the sofa and walked over to the balcony, taking in the view of the countless lights in Finceland. Her thoughts suddenly became convoluted. She took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Finally, she bit her lower lip. The feeling of the same place but different people wasn't very pleasant. Nobody knew of Giselle's return to the country for the time being. But, having woken up now, she somehow felt inexplicably lonely. In general, she just felt like having a drink. Giselle had no more than a handful of friends. With Harper not around, the only person she could think of was 18Ninja. When Giselle called, it took 18Ninja quite a while to answer, and when they did, the tone was a bit off, "Ah, Giselle, you... you're back?" "Mhm, I'm back." "Tha...that's great." "Let's go for a drink." "Ri...right now?" "Is it inconvenient for you?" "No, not at all. Um~ send me your address. I'll be there soon." With that, the call was cut off in an instant. Giselle stared at her phone, gave an amused 'tsk', and began to change her clothes. It wasn't too cold in Finceland yet. Giselle didn't bring back many clothes, so she casually put on a V-neck shirt, paired with high-waist pants, and headed out the door with a trench coat on. She chose a quiet bar, located quite a distance away. Subconsciously, she did not want to run into acquaintances. 18Ninja came late, with her unchanged demeanor, immediately asked Giselle upon sitting down, "What's going on between you and Nolan? The internet is filled with your pictures." "I took a set of photos for him." After finishing her sentence, Giselle raised her eyebrows and asked 18Ninja, "Are you in a relationship?" Upon hearing this, 18Ninja shook her head vigorously. Giselle, with a slight smirk on her bright red lips, asked, "Then what were you panting for on the phone just now?" "I didn't." Her face flushed a full shade of crimson, still denying, "I was practicing yoga at home." "Oh, is that so?" Giselle's playful smile showed clear disbelief. However, they didn't continue the discussion on this matter. As they were drinking, 18Ninja scanned Giselle from head to toe, "You look much better now, exactly like when I first met you." "Really?" 18Ninja nodded, then with a profound sigh, added, "It's true, getting close to men can lead to misfortune."