All Her Secrets by Chestnut

Chapter 677 It’s Destiny

Triston noticed that Audrey’s expression became very unpleasant after she came out of the coffee shop.

Initially, he was extremely cautious, afraid Audrey might erupt in anger and tear him apart with her fury. Now, he wished Audrey would just let it out. Audrey’s silent demeanor left him anxious and unsure. No woman had ever stirred his emotions like this.

Parking the car on the side, he reached out, grabbing Audrey’s hand and holding it tightly in his palm. “Audrey, what’s wrong? Did Andrea say something to you? You don’t have to listen to her; she’s just not in her right mind.”

Audrey weakly lifted her head and looked at Triston briefly before whispering, “I’m tired. Just take me home.” After that, she turned her head away, unwilling to give Triston even a glance.

Triston was getting frustrated, but Audrey remained calm, not raising her voice or causing a scene. Reluctantly, Triston had no choice but to respect Audrey’s wishes and take her home. After all, if he pissed her off, then she would hide and disappear, and he would be the one in trouble.

Catherine stayed in the laboratory until 7 p.m. Ciaran, noticing she was still focused on the experiments, asked, Catherine, shall we go for dinner? Do you want me to bring you something?”

Catherine, the professor’s favorite student and the youngest among them, usually received special attention. ” Thank you, Ciaran, but I’ll leave in a while.” She politely declined the offer.

Ciaran found it curious. “Rare for you to leave the lab so early today.”

Ciaran admired Catherine’s concentration during experiments. Once in the lab, she displayed an intense focus, not even glancing at her phone during breaks. Perhaps it was because she had such focus that she was so successful that even the professor looked at her differently.

In response to Ciaran’s teasing, Catherine smiled faintly and replied, Just happened to have something to attend to.”

“Alright then, we’ll go for dinner first,” said Ciaran.

After waving goodbye, Catherine resumed her work.

As the experiments concluded, she closed the lab door. And before leaving, she paused at Marshall’s office. She stood quietly, and there was no sound from within.

The supposedly haunted place Amelia had mentioned was Marshall’s office, but now it seemed completely quiet. After a few minutes, Catherine turned away and left the lab.

She originally intended to return to her dorm. However, she received a message from Branden when she got to the bottom of the dormitory building and changed direction toward the school gate.

In the distance, Branden, sitting in his car, spotted her slender figure. Alone, she walked slowly toward where he’d parked.

He got out of the car and approached her. Seeing Catherine about to arrive, he took off his coat and draped it over her.

“You came so quickly. Didn’t you go to the lab today?” It was just a trial for Branden. He knew Catherine wouldn’t bring her phone into the lab, and he couldn’t reach her. But despite that, he came.

“Coincidentally, I just finished the experiment.” Catherine’s simple words brought a smile to Branden’s face.

“It’s destiny,” said Branden.

Catherine looked up and caught Branden’s amused eyes. She couldn’t help but tease him, “Stop being such a narcissist. Shall we go for dinner?”

“Do you want us to cook our own food, or shall we go to Golden Spoon?” Branden asked.

Catherine thought for a moment, then got into the car. Only when she was seated did Branden bend down into the car.

Before Catherine could speak, Branden’s phone rang. Initially thinking of declining, Branden answered when he saw it was Triston calling.

With one hand holding the phone, Branden used the other to grab some snacks from the car. They were all Catherine’s usual favorites. He placed them in front of Catherine, suggesting she fill her stomach first.

Catherine unwrapped the snacks just in time to hear Triston’s whining on the other end. “What’s wrong with him?” she asked.

Branden glanced at her and whispered, “He’s crazy.”

Triston, overhearing their conversation, roared in frustration, Branden, you bastard! How can you abandon your friends for a woman? I just want to ask you to come out for a drink. Why is it so difficult?”

Knowing Catherine was with Branden, Triston diverted his attention toward her. “Cassie, please. Join me for a meal. If you don’t come, this bastard won’t either.”