Chapter 326 Beautiful Girl



Chapter 326 Beautiful Girl

?Zoey let out a heavy sigh.

"Okay, oh mighty enchanting Drake, your presence alone fills the air with such warmth and wonder. Your wisdom surpasses that of ancient sages,"

Zoey began, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm always in awe of your incredible abilities and your charming personality. You truly make the world a brighter place just by being you. Your ma-"

Before Zoey could continue, her words were drowned out by the infectious laughter of Lumindra.

"Ho Ho Ho, good girl, good girl," Lumindra chimed in, barely able to contain her laughter.

She covered her mouth with one hand, trying to mask the smug smile and crimson blush spreading across her face. It was obvious that she relished every bit of the exaggerated praise.

Waving her hands rapidly, Lumindra attempted to cool herself down. "Alright, alright, I know I'm great, but you didn't have to take it that far. You're making me embarrassed." This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Zoey shot Lumindra an intense stare. If anyone could see her now, they would sense the simmering frustration beneath her composed exterior.

A slight push was all it would take for her to pounce on the petite figure of the giggling Lumindra before her.

Sensing Zoey's demeanor, Lumindra quickly composed herself and cleared her throat.

"What were you worried about again?" she shamelessly inquired.

Zoey shook her head. 'A thousand-year-old my ass,' she thought bitterly.

"You know what I'm talking about, everything. I literally just noticed him a few days ago, and since then we've exchanged how many? Ten words. And yet why the hell am I..." Zoey trailed off, frustration clear in her voice.

"Feeling this way?" Lumindra interjected, finishing Zoey's sentence.

Zoey nodded, her expression troubled.

"It's weird. Making my heart race just by seeing him and me blushing like a fool just because he held my hand? I don't like it, I don't like it one bit," Zoey admitted with a hint of frustration.

She had high cheekbones that gave her face a sculpted elegance, while her purple full lips were full and plush, reminiscent of delicate rose petals.

Her eyes, the color of amethysts, sparkled with intelligence and fierceness, framed by long, dark lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings.

Her nose was petite and perfectly proportioned, adding to the symmetry of her face. Cascading waves of purple hair framed her face, shimmering in the light like strands of spun amethyst. They fell in soft curls, reaching just below her waist.

She wore a fitted blouse in a deep shade of violet that hugged her torso, paired with tailored trousers in a complementary hue. Over her blouse, she donned a cropped jacket crafted from supple leather, its rich plum color adorned with intricate stitching and embossed patterns.

"Beautiful," Atticus whispered, his voice barely audible above the soft hum of the surrounding space.

His blue eyes locked onto Zoey's, and a warm smile graced his lips as he quickened his pace, closing the distance between them.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long?" Atticus said, his smile widening as he reached Zoey's side.

Zoey shook her head silently, her lips curving into a gentle smile as she extended her right hand towards him.

Atticus's heart skipped a beat as he gently clasped her hand, planting a soft kiss on her delicate skin.

Zoey withdrew her hand with surprising ease, her expression unreadable as she spoke, "You changed your clothes?"

Atticus's smile faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly, standing up straight and scratching his head awkwardly.

"Yeah, I was a bit swea-"

"You also had your bath," Zoey interrupted, her voice soft but firm.

Atticus's hand instinctively moved to scratch his head again, a nervous gesture betraying his attempt to appear composed.

"That's true, haha," he chuckled awkwardly. "I was meeting up with a beautiful girl, I wanted to look my best."

Zoey's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she quickly masked it.

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and she bit her lower lip, desperately trying to quell the rising tide of embarrassment.

With a quick movement, she averted her gaze, not wanting Atticus to see her completely crimson cheeks.

"Beautiful girl," Zoey muttered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.