A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

The room suddenly fell silent. I noticed Elijah’s expression had darkened, and Jocelyn didn’t look any better. I gently tugged on Logan’s sleeve.

Logan smiled at me and said, “Now that the talk is over, we should take our seat.” With that, he led me to our seats.

Elijah and Jocelyn stood there in a daze, not moving for a long time. This visit had clearly ended with him getting a harsh slap in the face.

He seemed to be hesitating, wondering whether to turn around and leave, but almost everyone here was a prominent figure in the business world.

If Elijah were to leave now, it would certainly change how these people viewed him. In the end, Elijah, with a face as black as thunder, led Jocelyn to their seats.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I noticed that Jocelyn was looking at me with a complicated expression. Er resentment, and hatred.

I lowered my gaze and avoided looking at the two of them. I couldn’t understand why Logan had specifically brought me here, nor why we had bumped into Elijah. All I knew was that in this first official encounter, Elijah had lost, and badly at that.

The food was served, and as the waiters introduced each dish, the atmosphere gradually livened up.

Everyone at the table was a seasoned veteran in the field, so even though the air had been awkward earlier, they easily brushed it aside with a few words, as if nothing had happened.

Laughter and conversation filled the table. They talked about everything, from global events to local anecdotes and gossip.

I quietly ate the food in front of me, my ears filled with the chatter around me.

Suddenly, Jocelyn stood up, her voice sweet and delicate as she said, “Dear all, it’s my first time meeting all of you, so let me propose a toast.”

The room went silent once again. A hint of embarrassment appeared on Jocelyn’s face, and her hand holding the glass began to tremble.

Elijah couldn’t help but remind her, “They are all seniors. You have to toast each one individually.”

Jocelyn quickly stood up and began making rounds, offering her toast to each guest. I secretly glanced at Mr. Maynard next to me. The look of disdain that flashed in his eyes didn’t escape my notice.

I lowered my eyes further and continued quietly eating, doing my best to keep my presence as low as possible. Finally, Jocelyn made her way over to me.

By now, her face was flushed, and she looked as though she couldn’t handle any more alcohol. Holding her glass, she smiled at me and said, “Ms. York, I really envy you.”

I glanced at her but didn’t respond.

Seeing that I was ignoring her, Jocelyn suddenly put on a hurt expression. “Ms. York, I know there’s been a lot of misunderstandings between us, but, today, haven’t you already gotten what you wanted? Can’t you just laugh it off and let bygones be bygones? Don’t you have the grace to let this go?”

had been quietly eating, eager to finish this meal and leave, but I hadn’t expected Jocelyn to suddenly drag me back into the spotlight.

Suppressing the anger in my heart, I responded calmly, “Ms. Cornell, you’re mistaken. It’s not that I lack the grace to forgive. It’s just that no woman could tolerate something like this for seven long years.”

Tears welled up in Jocelyn’s eyes instantly, and she covered her mouth as if to hold them back.

Lowering her head, she said softly, “Ms. York, you’ve really misunderstood.”

I had grown tired of hearing the same excuses. Coldly, I cut her off, “Let’s just call it a misunderstanding, then. I hope you get what you want. But I won’t be drinking this toast.”

As I finished speaking, I sensed a scorching gaze fixed on me.

Looking up, I saw Elijah staring at me intently, as if he wanted to see how I would react. I curled my lips into a cold smile.