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Chapter 63 Framing Elise

Elise opened the take-out carrier bag to reveal the delicately-prepared dishes. Her stomach rumbled at

the sight of the food and before long, the three girls sat on their stools and began to dig in.

“This is so good!” Samantha exclaimed in delight as she took a bite of one of the dishes.

Upon hearing this, Riley quickly sampled a mouthful of the food as well. “That’s incredible. I need to

know the name of the restaurant so that I can drop by in the future.”

“I could bring the both of you along next time,” Elise offered heartily.

The two girls agreed earnestly, and as Riley ate her supper, she caught a glimpse of Samantha’s wrist

watch. “Samantha, is that a new watch you’re wearing? It’s gorgeous!”

“Thanks. My daddy gave it to me for my birthday,” Samantha explained. “It’s a limited edition from

Chanel; I couldn’t bear to take it out of the box until two days ago.”

“It’s beautiful. I should get my dad to buy me one, too,” Riley said. She glanced over at Elise and asked

cheerily, “Do you have a watch that you like, Elise? I’ll get it for you as a gift one of these days.”

Elise, however, made her opinion known. “I’m not really into watches. I’ve always thought of them as

impractical accessories.”

“Come on, you can tell a lot about a person from the watch they’re wearing and it’s scarily accurate,”

Riley argued. “It’s like a symbol of your status or something.”

Samantha nodded in agreement. “My daddy and his business partners all have a staple piece in their

watch collection. The watches represent who they are.”

Elise hummed in response, conceding to the argument. “Well, in that case, I should probably read up on

this theory.”

They talked while they devoured the food amd after they had polished the take-out containers clean, they

worked through a couple more questions before washing up for bed.

Elise woke earlier the next morning. She arrived at the classroom only to find that it was empty save for

Zachary, who had his head down as he scribbled furiously onto a piece of paper.

It was only after she went closer to him that she noticed the crumpled papers being littered on the floor

around his desk. She gingerly picked one of them up and opened it, trying to smoothen the edges.

“Your workings are wrong in the first place.” Elise’s voice rang out close to Zachary’s ear and he was so

stunned that he stopped scribbling at once. He looked up and met her gaze before she saw that she was

staring at the test paper he had discarded.

He had been trying to solve that question with all the workings he could come up with, all to no avail. He

didn’t think she would show up just as he was reaching the peak of frustration.

“Do you know how to solve it?” he asked, gazing at her intently.

She did not answer him as she took the pencil on his desk and drew an auxiliary line on his diagram.

“You should have drawn the auxiliary line here instead and used Pythogaras’ theorem to determine the

remaining two angles. After that, you use the same formula for this side of the triangle, and finally use

trigonometry to come up with the final answer.”

Elise spoke gently but firmly and steadily, her voice calming Zachary in an instant. She had lowered her

head as she explained the workings to him, drawing his attention to the diagram on the draft as she did

so. He could just detect the faint scent of her shampoo lingering on her hair and for a moment, he felt like

someone was pulling at his heartstrings.

A somewhat embarrassed Zachary quickly looked away and responded, “I’ll give it a shot.”

With that, he picked up his pen and gave her method a shot. She watched as he scribbled his workings

and when she was sure he could figure it out, she sauntered over to her own seat.

Meanwhile, after having followed her workings, he found himself solving the question. His eyes

brightened and he turned to look at Elise with a newfound admiration.

The lessons that morning were more hectic than usual, but Zachary, who had always been focused in

class, was distracted. As soon as each lesson was over, his gaze would unknowingly flicker to where

Elise sat.

It wasn’t long before lunchtime rolled around. She was packing her things when Samantha and Riley

came over. “Hey, Elise, let’s grab lunch at the cafeteria.”

Elise hummed in response. “Okay, give me a second to keep my stuff away.” After having said that, she

kept her things in her desk drawer and rose from her seat to leave the room with the girls.

When lunch was over, Samantha walked out of the cafeteria and absentmindedly brushed her wrist. With

a start, she spoke urgently, “Hey, where’s my watch? It’s missing!”

Riley couldn’t resist tapping the girl on her head. “Dude, don’t you remember removing it and putting it in

your bag during the last lesson?”

Samantha blinked at her in bewilderment. “I did? Okay, let’s hurry back to check on it.”

However, when the girls returned to class, they discovered that the watch wasn’t in Samantha’s bag at

all.

Panic instantly washed over her. “I know I’ve left it in my bag. It couldn’t have just disappeared!”

Upon seeing how frantic she was, Riley placated, “Hey, don’t worry. Try searching your bag again.”