Free Web NovelChapter 203: Chapter 203 Fork Fight Fail
The day had finally arrived. Helena had successfully manipulated Caesar into spending time with her, and now she was determined to milk every second of opportunity.
"Cae, you have to try this," Helena said with calculated cheerfulness, cutting a piece of her steak and extending her fork toward him. "It’s absolutely divine!"
Caesar’s face remained stone-cold despite her theatrical enthusiasm. As Helena attempted to feed him directly from her personal fork, his own utensils froze mid-air, his eyes locked on the morsel like it was contaminated.
His lips compressed into a razor-thin line. He wasn’t sure how to respond without causing a scene. The thought of eating food from another woman’s fork made his stomach turn.
"Go ahead, try it," Helena urged, her smile becoming more predatory. "Don’t be so formal with me."
Caesar studied her beaming face, feeling increasingly trapped by the situation.
"I’m not being formal," he finally replied, his tone neutral but unmistakably firm. "Besides, I’m paying for this meal. There’s no need for theatrics."
Helena’s smile grew even more aggressive as she once again tried to push food toward his mouth, still using her personal fork rather than offering him a clean one.
This time, Caesar’s patience completely evaporated. His wolf was practically foaming at the mouth beneath his skin.
"Enough," he said with cutting finality. "Eat your own damn food."
Helena’s brows furrowed with manufactured hurt. "What’s wrong, Cae? I’m just trying to share something special with you. Why are you being so cruel?"
Caesar could feel a vein pulsing dangerously at his temple as he fought to contain his mounting rage. His wolf was pacing like a caged beast, wanting to establish dominance and crush this pathetic manipulation.
"Just eat your meal and stop playing games," he instructed, his voice carrying the full weight of Alpha authority.
Helena’s eyes glittered with malicious calculation. When Caesar looked away for a split second, she quickly snapped several covert photos of them dining together, making sure to capture angles that suggested romantic intimacy.
Throughout the torturous meal, Caesar compulsively checked his phone, waiting for any message from Sylvia. He’d asked her what she was having for lunch, but strangely, she hadn’t responded yet. The silence gnawed at him like acid.
In a move that crossed every conceivable boundary, Helena suddenly snatched Caesar’s phone right out of his hands.
"Cae, we’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves," she pouted with mock innocence. "Why do you keep obsessing over that phone? You’re completely ruining the atmosphere." Her voice dropped to a threatening purr. "If I’m not happy, who knows what my loose tongue might accidentally say to the wrong people?"
The threat was crystal fucking clear.
Caesar wasn’t born yesterday. He understood exactly what this manipulative bitch was implying—she was threatening to spread poison if he didn’t dance to her tune.
He refused to give her the satisfaction. "We agreed to one meal together," he stated with arctic coldness, his Alpha dominance filling the space like toxic gas.
"I never said just one meal," Helena countered with sickening smugness, playing semantic games like a lawyer. "You’re twisting my words, darling."
Caesar’s control finally shattered completely. He shot to his feet so violently his chair scraped against the floor. "Finish this pathetic charade yourself. I have actual important matters to handle."
Nothing infuriated him more than being blackmailed by desperate women.
Helena watched his retreating form with momentary shock before settling back with calculating satisfaction. It didn’t matter. If she was persistent enough, relentless enough, she was absolutely certain she could worm her way into Caesar’s heart.
Her confidence, though completely delusional, was unshakeable. She genuinely believed Caesar was just playing hard to get, that his rejection was merely foreplay in their twisted game.
Had Sylvia known Helena’s thoughts, she would have laughed until she cried at the irony. Helena and Zane were perfectly matched in their narcissistic delusions—two pathetic souls who absolutely deserved each other.
Though the meal ended in disaster, Helena considered her mission accomplished. She scrolled through her photo gallery with predatory glee, examining the carefully staged pictures of herself with Caesar. She raised an eyebrow, already plotting the perfect moment to detonate these bombs in Sylvia’s face. These images were exactly the ammunition she needed to destroy her rival.
As long as Sylvia suffered, Helena would be in paradise.
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Meanwhile, in another restaurant across town, Sylvia suddenly sneezed violently.
"Are you getting sick?" Noah asked with immediate concern, his blue eyes scanning her face for signs of illness.
"No, just something tickling my throat," Sylvia replied, rubbing her nose. "Though I can’t shake this weird feeling that someone’s talking shit about me somewhere."
"Really? You actually believe in that old wives’ tale?" Noah’s expression mixed amusement with genuine curiosity.
Sylvia rarely showed such unguarded reactions, and Noah found himself completely captivated by this less polished version of her.
"I swear I can feel it," she insisted, her wolf senses prickling with unease. "Especially since we got here—the feeling’s gotten way stronger."
Noah made an exaggerated show of scanning their surroundings, his own wolf going on high alert for potential threats. "I think your paranoia’s showing. Everyone looks perfectly normal to me."
"God, I hope so," Sylvia responded. With their crucial meeting approaching, she couldn’t afford any drama or distractions.
After their meal, Sylvia and Noah proceeded to their client meeting to discuss future partnerships. Noah’s international education and natural charm proved invaluable during negotiations, giving Sylvia added confidence as they worked together like a well-oiled machine. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Watching Sylvia completely dominate her professional environment, Noah couldn’t help but be mesmerized. She practically radiated competence and determination. A brilliant woman in her element was truly breathtaking.
But the thought that haunted him was that he had arrived too fucking late. One wrong move, one moment of hesitation, and the entire game was lost. His timing and location had been disastrously wrong, giving Caesar the perfect opportunity to claim what Noah was only now realizing he desperately wanted. freewёbnoνel.com
As he observed Sylvia dissecting contract terms with surgical precision, her intelligence and poise on full devastating display, he couldn’t stop the agonizing question: were they actually perfect for each other? His wolf whined mournfully within him, already sensing what his human half refused to acknowledge—that Sylvia’s scent carried unmistakable notes of another wolf’s claim, one far more dominant and permanent than his could ever be.
The mate bond was real, and Noah had lost before he’d even realized he was fighting.
