Chapter 1135

Helen quickly realized what had happened. It seemed Phishie had planned a date with Abram but had to cancel when she received Helen's call. "Looks like I might have disrupted your plans," Helen said with a knowing smile, gently nudging Phishie and Abram closer together. "Go ahead and enjoy your time together. I'd rather not be a third wheel!" Phishie's cheeks flushed red. Noticing her embarrassment, Abram swiftly took her hand and led her toward the door. "We'll head out now. Have a great evening!" Before Helen could say anything more, they had already hurried out, quickly vanishing from sight. Helen watched them go with a thoughtful smile, feeling a blend of emotions. Phishie had often mentioned that she valued appearance highly—if someone didn't meet her standards, she probably wouldn't even be interested. Although Abram might not have Tyrone's standout looks, he did share a resemblance with today's heartthrob, Dexter Monroe. Together with Phishie, they made quite a well-matche