Chapter 97 Bad Luck

Duncan was feeling a touch of annoyance. What did this mean? Was Sylvia still taking Cyril's side? Hadn't Cyril crossed the line? Of course. Duncan knew it—even though they were divorced, Sylvia hadn't let go of Cyril, and she wasn't ready to admit it. As for Cyril, he was nearly at his limit for keeping a composed face. Although he was well aware that they were divorced and there was no relationship left, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable seeing Sylvia defend Duncan. Why was she protecting him? "There are so many eyes on us, let's just finish our meal and leave. I've got work this afternoon," Sylvia said, her patience diminishing. She only had the lunch slot to spare and refused to waste it on Cyril. After hearing this, Duncan huffed and nodded, following Sylvia back to their table. The brief confrontation had made it all too clear that it was a deliberate dig at Cyril, an unnecessary flaunting of their closeness in the face of Sylvia's ex-husband. Back at their table, Duncan