A Friend Like Irene

Irene and the Lorenzo family savoured breakfast together. Rose was at the dining table along with Elena as well. When Irene greeted Rose, the latter had indifferently nodded at her, without letting her voice to grace Irene's ears. 

Ilyan had noticed Rose's unwelcoming behavior toward Irene but there was barely anything that he could say to Rose. 

"Sorry," Ilyan whispered in Irene's ear when everyone was busy enjoying the pineapple shake. 

Irene brought the glass down from her lips. "For what?" 

"For the way Rose has been -"

"Shh, quiet!" Taken aback, her gaze signaled him to keep quiet as she glanced at Rose who was sitting on the chair right next to hers. "Not here. Not right now." 

His gaze followed hers that went to Rose for a brief moment. She blinked at him in assurance, silently asking him to finish the glass in his hand. 

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