The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow novel Chapter 10

Norton watched Cyrus and Baldrick square off, a strange feeling of unease bubbling inside him. It almost felt like witnessing a showdown between love rivals, which was absurd, right?

Still, Norton played peacemaker. "Hey Cyrus, Baldrick, why don't you guys take a seat? Standing all this time must be tiring, and Nancy is in heels."

Cyrus immediately shifted his focus, taking Nancy’s hand and guiding her to sit.

"Nancy, sorry for making you stand so long. Your feet must be killing you. Do you need a massage?"

Nancy's face flushed as Cyrus' large hands hovered over her legs, her body tensing in resistance. But feeling the eyes of the others on her, she suppressed her discomfort.

"No, it's fine. I haven't been standing that long. You guys go ahead and drink."

Hearing Nancy, Cyrus looked at her fondly and nodded, "Drinking can wait. Nancy, what's important is making sure you’re comfortable."

He then handed her a glass of soda, cautioning Norton and the others. "We're only planning to stay a bit. Nancy isn’t much for late nights."

Norton came over with a grin, holding his drink. "Don't worry, Cyrus!"

Nancy held the soda but didn’t seem interested in drinking, Cyrus' words echoing in her mind. “’Nancy isn’t much for late nights’? What hypocrisy. If he knew that, why invite me out?”

Soon, a group of friends surrounded Cyrus, their gathering turning into a series of toasts and cheers.

Before long, Cyrus seemed tipsy, handing Baldrick a cocktail with a high alcohol content.

"Stay a few more days this time. Call me anytime if you need something."

Baldrick chuckled lightly and nodded, downing the drink in one gulp.

Satisfied, Cyrus turned to Nancy. "Nancy, try some of this orange. It's good."

He speared a piece of the freshly cut fruit with a fork and handed it to her.

Feeling the gaze of the others, Nancy reluctantly took a bite, then stood up, placing a hand on Cyrus' shoulder.

Feeling done with pretending to enjoy the evening, she feigned tiredness. "Cyrus, I'm tired. I think I'll head back."