His Dangerous Love

Chapter 115 Mr. Larsen Is Hard to Please

Chapter 115 Mr. Larsen Is Hard to Please

With a low magnetic voice filled with laughter, Jefferson said, "You dare to answer the phone, so it seems that you have already convinced my brother."

Elianna guessed that Albert had told Jefferson about that matter, so she held the phone with her shoulder, sat at the window dressing table, and complained while taking off her earrings.

"It's not that easy. It's just temporarily fooling him."

"Heh."

A soft laugh.

"Asher saw that Albert sent you back and you still managed to fool him. You really have a talent for coaxing people."

With a pause of her fingertips, Elianna sensed a hint of danger and murmured, "It's not a talent. If I knew how to coax people, I wouldn't always upset you."

Her slightly complaining voice was transmitted through the electric current, tinged with a hint of playfulness.

"Blame me for being difficult to please?"

Elianna thought to herself, of course, but she didn't dare to say it directly. She pouted and said, "Blame my poor ability."

"No hurry." The man's tone was casual. "There will be plenty of opportunities for you to practice." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Closing the cosmetic case, she lowered her eyes, which was reflected in the mirror.

"If, and I mean if, I can't handle this matter today, would you help me?"

She asked this question tentatively.

She wanted to know if, once things couldn't be resolved, he would lend a hand.

Even though she told herself that she asked this question after weighing the pros and cons, when the person at the other side of the phone kept quiet, she wasn't as objective as she thought she would be.

Just a few hours ago, they had done the most intimate thing, but now, their distance was greater than that of strangers.

No answer came for a long time.

Elianna laughed self-deprecatingly, "I have overstepped."

She thought that this was Mr. Larsen indeed. How could she harbor any illusions about him?

"It's getting late. Why don't we..."

"Stand up."

Elianna was interrupted. Stand up?

Although her brain hadn't quite grasped his meaning, her heart began racing.

She stood up from the dressing table and anxiously looked outside.

In the next second, she saw the man leaning against the car outside, smoking.

Although it was just a blurry figure, Elianna felt as if she could see his bold face, his lips curved in a half-smile.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, the bright red ember flickered.

Suddenly, she became incoherent, "You... how did you..."

With the cigarette burning his fingertips, he teased as usual, "Thought you would be kicked out and I had come to collect you."

Elianna's mouth hung open and she was unable to say anything.

She stared blankly as he extinguished the cigarette and walked towards her step by step.

Each step made her heart tremble.

This feeling was not good at all, as if he forcefully barged into someplace.

She wanted to step back, to escape, but her legs felt as heavy as lead, unable to move a single step.

Until she could see his face, until she saw him smiling at her in the dim light.

This scene was forcefully etched into her memory and it was unable to shake off or forget.

Downstairs, Jefferson looked up at the woman by the floor-to-ceiling window. She was pressing herself against the glass, in a daze. Her talent for coaxing people seemed to have disappeared and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Are you dumbstruck?"

Yes, she was.

She couldn't help but wonder how he had driven here late at night after hearing about this incident.

How he stood outside her building waiting for her room's lights to turn on.

Hadn't he known that by coming here at this time, he was confirming their relationship?

Albert had already taken the blame and Jefferson could have stayed out of it and watched as a bystander.

But he still came.

This went against his nature and contradicted the image she had of him.

Swallowing that inexplicable affection, she raised her hand and pressed it against the glass.

Her warm and moist palm left a trace of water on the window, finally uttering the first complete sentence after seeing him.

"Why?"

Why did he come to disturb her?