Chapter 48 Asking if He Had Other Girlfriends

Gardenia couldn't help but admire Ansel. She had no idea how he managed to say such things with a completely straight face. When she looked back down at the table, the spicy stir-fried pork and fried chicken suddenly lost their appeal. It didn't feel like a casual meal of spicy food—it felt more like a last meal before execution. Her head drooped as her mind drifted back to the time Tessa had gushed about her new boyfriend. She'd described in vivid detail how good it felt to kiss him, to be held, and to be lifted right off her feet in a warm, dizzying rush. If Gardenia hadn't already been with Ansel at the time, she might've been convinced. Honestly, nothing about being with him felt like what Tessa had described. All she ever felt around him was tension—or the occasional dizzy spell. If Tessa's words were anything to go by, then if the process wasn't the problem… it had to come down to skill. And thinking back on it now… Ansel really did lack skill. But when she was 18 years