Chapter 215 The Enemy

They chose a quiet, newly opened cafe for their meeting. It was a place with few customers and a peaceful atmosphere, perfect for a private chat. Jenice arrived looking at the picture of soft elegance. Jenice was dressed to the nines today, a stark contrast to her usual no-nonsense work attire. As someone who dealt with patients on a daily basis, she typically favored a look that was all business—sharp and sophisticated. However, today, she was the picture of grace and high society, a rare sight indeed. It was all because of Jaxson. Her sudden shift from clinical to chic? Jaxson was the reason. Elinor could read Jenice like an open book. It was one of those woman-to-woman things, the unspoken language of the heart. They had been sitting in silence for a good ten minutes. The ball was in Jenice's court. She had set up this meeting, after all. Her nerves were practically vibrating in the air, giving Elinor the upper hand. What to say, though, was the million-dollar question.