Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 810

Long after Bennett and Yvonne had left the restaurant, Cynthia and the others were still in the private room, the atmosphere lively and cheerful.

There were about a dozen people, all old classmates and friends. Noah, of course, was among them.

However, there were five or six people seated between him and Cynthia, a clear attempt to maintain some distance.

Cynthia sat with her best friend, Molly Hughes, laughing and chatting. Others chimed in occasionally, reminiscing about their school days.

“Back in school, the line of guys trying to win Cynthia’s heart stretched from our campus gate all the way to the architecture university’s dorms,” Molly said. “But Cynthia had such high standards, she didn’t give any of them the time of day.”

“Oh, stop teasing me. Look at me now, the old maid who can’t find a husband. If you know any single, talented gentlemen, don’t forget to send them my way,” Cynthia joked, her tone light and half-serious.

Upon hearing this, some of the guests chuckled in agreement, while others subtly glanced in Noah’s direction. After all, his and Cynthia's romance—and their breakup—had been the talk of the town.

“And it's not like you can’t get married. It’s all because of a certain scumbag. He ruined your life and now he’s living happily ever after with a wife and daughter. I hope karma gets him.” Molly said, speaking up for Cynthia with indignation.

Everyone present was an old friend, and they all knew Molly was talking about Noah. No one spoke, and a brief silence fell over the room.

Noah kept his head down, smoking, and said nothing. The dim lighting in the room made it hard for anyone to read the expression on his face.

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