Chapter 1192


    "Hey, ric, don''t just push your food around. Georgia made this te just for you," Angelina observed


    her son''s restraint, worrying that he might have had another sh with the Reeds and quickly nudged


    him.


    ric tore his gaze away, picked up his fork, and speared a piece of food, putting on a contrived smile


    as he appeased Georgia, "Delicious, you really get me."


    Hertha couldn''t stand to hear anymore about ric and Georgia''s perfect rtionship or the wedding


    ns they were discussing. She tugged at Thssa''s arm, stood up, and said, "Let''s get out of here."


    Spencer hastily grabbed his briefcase, trailing behind her, and they both made their exit.


    As Hertha''s group left the restaurant, ric''s forced smile crumbled, a surge of bitterness washed over


    him, and he dropped his fork onto the table with a tter.


    Georgia, sensing his mood shift, felt her cheerfulness sink, and cautiously asked, "ric, are you


    feeling alright?"


    "Yeah, I think I''m gonna head back and rest. You guys enjoy the meal," ric said with a cold edge,


    standing up abruptly to leave.


    He never intended toe today, but his mother had insisted. He nned to make it clear to Georgia


    and her mother that he wanted to call off the engagement with the Reeds.


    But then Hertha walked in, and everything changed.


    Seeing Hertha so close with that guy drove him mad with jealousy. Inexplicably, he found himself acting


    out just to spite her.


    Once outside the restaurant, Spencer suggested, "I''ve got movie tickets; let''s go."


    Hertha declined, "No, thanks. I''ve got some urgent stuff to take care of at home. You should head back


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    too."


    She had insisted on paying the bill herself as a way to owe nothing to Spencer, ensuring that if they


    parted ways, there would be no hard feelings.


    She nned to tell her motherter that there was no spark with Spencer and to have her mother


    exin things to the matchmaker.


    Spencer asked, "Something came up?"


    Thssa, trying to ease the awkwardness, chimed in with a forced smile, "Yeah, she''s got a design


    deadline. It''s due tomorrow."


    "I see, workes first. Let me drive you guys home," Spencer offered, understandingly, reaching for


    his car keys.


    "No need, we''ll handle it. Wouldn''t want to hold you up, and I''ve got my car here," Hertha quickly pulled


    out her keys to show him, just to make sure he didn''t think she was brushing him off.


    "Alright then, we''ll catch up over the phone," Spencer said.


    After Hertha and Thssa left in Hertha''s car, Spencer''s phone rang – it was Hertha''s mother inquiring


    about how things were going.


    Spencer, already in his thirties, was eager to settle down now that he''d found someone suitable, to


    avoid anyplications.


    "Let me discuss it with Hertha first and I''ll get back to you," her mother responded with a rare moment


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    ric, just stepping out from the restaurant, overheard Spencer''s phone call and caught the gist of it.


    The frustration and malice within him grew denser, enveloping him like a dark cloud.