Genius Girl Chapter 233 - Genius 233: Awkward dinner

Chapter 233 - Genius 233: Awkward dinner

Genius 232:

Evan's heart pounded rhythmically to his steps.

When he reached it, he held the car door only to find it locked. He sighed, definitely forgetting that he didn't have the key with him.

His phone buzzed, looking down at the screen he saw Bing has answered to the message he sent.

"I will get someone to track the credit cards."

He deleted the message and shoved the phone back in his pocket, then he leaned back against the car, looked up at the night sky which was clear and full of stars.

"Babe, do you like stars?"

Evan sighed upon remembering Daniella's question. That night, they were at the rooftop staring at the night sky. He didn't answer her question but he wished that she's around to hear his answer.

"I only like the stars when they reflect in your eyes Daniella," he murmured as he stayed in his spot.

"Evan,"

He turned by the sound of the voice, it was Camille, pain visible in her eyes yet she's smiling.

"what's wrong?" he asked, moving away from the car towards her.

Camille looked down, her fingers played with each other anxiously.

"Your parents are waiting in the dining," she said eventually. Her voice was faint, a bit frustrated with what she heard.

"Let's go," Evan walked past her, midway he stiffened when she suddenly wrapped a hand around his arm.

A strange feeling disturbed his mind, why did he feel so guilty hurting Camille when he did the same to Daniella.

When they arrived at the dining, their jaw dropped in shock. Matthew was holding a s.e.x toy which currently vibrating in front of the elders and Selena.

When Matthew looked at Evan, a mischievous smile curved his lips.

"Seriously cousin? Did you break up with Daniella because she's not as wild as Camille?" he said with a tease.

Confused, Evan looked at the table where the box he recognized was placed next to his plate.

"Did you get it from that box?" he asked Matthew.

When he nodded, Evan looked at Camille, her blanched face has few beads of sweat and lips shaking like a leaf.

"Matthew put it back in the box and," he cleared his throat, "continue with the dinner.

He accompanied Camille back to her chair, the air around was too embarra.s.sing to sniff, while the vibration of the gift was still working.

"Matthew! Turn it off!" Evan shouted this time. His cousin has a smirk on his face while waving it in the air.

Matthew quickly turned it off and put it back into the box, then he closed it and slowly but teasingly walked towards Camille.

He lay the box on her lap and patted her head twice. Her face has turned red from embarra.s.sment and Matthew didn't pity her as he knew that she brought it to herself.

This embarra.s.sment wouldn't happen if she didn't wrap that thing for Evan.

Camille's eyes teared up, she gulped hard in embarra.s.sment. It was in her vault, she knew that then why was it out and wrapped as a gift for Evan?

Confused and feeling humiliated, Camille scanned the dining table with a red face. The elders were eating peacefully and acted as if nothing has happened while Selena was grinning at her.

Her eyebrows creased, "Selena, did you do this?" her voice was broken.

Selena's smile disappeared, she looked sideway to her grandparents and found them looking at her.

Lifting a hand, Selena covered her lips. Her eyes teared up faster than Camille.

"Me?" she pointed a finger at herself while faking her emotion, "just because I have a bad past you're going to accuse me," she sniffed and paused, and her face screwed up in pain shifted and become emotionless, "it's not my fault that you have that disgusting thing in your room, I mean," she scoffed with disgust blazing her eyes, "that is just disgusting."

"Selena," Elise yelled by the rudeness of her granddaughter, she got up and rushed towards her.

Elise stretched a hand and grabbed Selena's arm.

"Apologize to Camille," Elise urged.

Selena shook her head, "nope."

"Apologize."

"I don't want grandma."

"Selena!" This time Elise called out her name loudly.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Selena responded in the same volume as Elise.

Seeing that the ambience was starting to heat up, Matthew got up. He stood between Elise and Selena; each hand lay on their shoulder.

"Why don't we eat first? Selena can share her experience in London. She likes living there so much maybe I should take her back with me."

Selena sneered, "for what? so I can watch you making out with a different woman every day?"

And with those words, she stormed out of the room.

Matthew bit his lips, now, all eyes were looking at him with anger especially the elders.

Pointing his finger at the direction Selena left, Matthew smiled awkwardly, "that's my cue. I'd love to stay for dinner but," without finishing his words, he rushed out of the dining room chewing the chicken he grabbed from the plate.

Evan was quiet all the time, his mind was somewhere else. He heard all the commotion around but he's too tired to engage, too exhausted to comment.

Selena was back to her old self. He received a notification earlier about the transaction made from Selena's bank and the amount she spent could feed hundreds of children.

'If Daniella was just here, Selena wouldn't act that way.'

He sighed, realizing that he didn't only hurt Daniella but Selena as well. He wished he could tell her the truth so she would understand but she's too young and the situation was too dangerous.

"Are you listening to me, Evan?"

He blinked and raised his chin when Camille sitting next to him poke his arm.

"Your mom is talking to you," she whispered.

"What is it?" he asked as he shifted his sight to his mother.

"Get a child psychologist for Selena. It is not normal that she's acting like this," Elise stated.

"Is there even anything normal in this family?" he wiped his mouth with a clean napkin and got up, "she grew up without parents, so her rebelling is I think normal. I know another woman who also lost her family and she's even crazier than Selena," he courageously met his father's eyes.

"You two know who I am talking about, right?" holding his patience, he left the dining room.