Chapter 588


    Jeffrey was utterly shell-shocked.


    His words came to an abrupt halt.


    Langston was wide-eyed as he nced between Mr. Turner and Aunt Karen.


    Abigail, blissfully unaware, had been too preupied with her candy to notice anything amiss. But


    once the silence sunk in, she edged closer to Langston, "Brother, what''s wrong with Aunt Karen?"


    Langston quickly mped a hand over her mouth. "Uh... Mr. Turner, Aunt Karen, I''m going to check


    why mom hasn''te in yet with Abigail!"


    With that, he whisked Abigail off by the hand and darted out.


    Watching Langston and Abigail leave, Karen snapped back to reality and stood up abruptly. "Enjoy


    your meal, I''m heading home."


    Before she could make it to the door, a firm grip caught her wrist.


    Karen looked down at Jeffrey as she spoke with a harsh tone, "Don''t worry, there''s no chance of


    pregnancy. I''ve taken pills for prevention."


    "I wasn''t actually—"


    "Even if I did sleep with my blind date and got pregnant, I wouldn''te to you. You can record that


    for evidence! So, Mr. Turner, there''s no need to keep up the charade. Everyone finds it quite


    disgusting, don''t you think?"


    Her words sounded almost casual, but each one wasden with biting sarcasm.


    For reasons Jeffrey couldn''t fathom—seeing as he prided himself on being a gentleman who


    wouldn''t speak so harshly to ady—whenever he was around Karen, it was as if his mouth


    disconnected from his brain and started spouting nonsense!


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    "Hold on a sec! Let me get this straight..." Jeffrey''s face still bore the bright imprint of a p, and his


    recent car ident injuries were yet to heal, giving him a rather disheveled appearance.


    To his surprise, Karen didn''t immediately storm off. Instead, she stood there, watching him as if


    waiting to see what else he could possibly say. Maybe it was time to clear the air once and for all.


    Jeffrey ran a hand through his hair in frustration, licked his dry lips and slumped back in his chair


    with a deted sigh.


    "Damn it, I''m just not good at this pursuit thing. I''ve tried everything I know. How about you just tell


    me straight—how exactly am I supposed to chase you?"


    He had been holding back for a week!


    He hadn''t called Karen and hadn''t loitered under her apartment, forcing himself to focus on work


    instead.


    He had secretly hoped a few days apart might lessen his feelings for Karen, or even lead him to


    give up entirely.


    But that hadn''t happened at all!


    The moment he saw Karen, he still wanted to be close to her. Seeing her say goodnight to another


    man made him want to smash her phone—and the other guy''s too!


    "Chase me? Weren''t you worried about me getting pregnant?"


    "That was all said in anger. Can''t you tell? In all my years, I''ve always been careful, always used


    protection—except with you."


    Jeffrey caught himself mid-sentence, "You''re special to me!"


    "Well, thank you very much! After taking the morning-after pill, I was throwing up all day, too dizzy to


    get out of bed. Am I supposed to be grateful for your exception?"


    "That''s not what I meant!"


    Karen took a deep breath, sensing Dorothy and the others would be returning soon, so she decided


    to cut to the chase.


    "So, you say you want to chase me, even marry me, right?"


    "Yes!" Jeffrey perked up immediately.


    "Fine, I’ll agree. But you have to transfer all your assets to me and sign a prenup. If after we''re


    married you stray, stay out all night, get too cozy with other women, keep in touch with ex-


    girlfriends, or cheat—break any one of these rules, you’ll agree to divorce and leave with nothing!"