Chapter 287
Chapter 287 J Is Smart
Donahue did not notice J’s expression and continued, “I will continue to investigate the
whereabouts of the
witnesses. Don’t interfere with this. Your people are not familiar with foreign countries. It is easy to alert
the enemy.
“Not only you but also I am anxious to find out the murderer who hurt your mother.”
J hid her thoughts in her mind and shook Donahue’s arm, smiling, “Thank you, Donahue.”
After they chatted for a while, Ricardo came over.
“Sir, Miss, the food is ready. You can have it now.”
Ricardo said with a smile.
They changed intofortable home clothes and went downstairs to eat. Donahue had never been
picky about food, but because J would stay here for a while, Donahue decided to hire a famous
chef for her so that she wouldn’t be
tired of the food.
There were various kinds of dishes on the table, and J could tell at a nce that this meal was
specially made
based on her preferences. For a moment, she felt so warm, and her nose went a bit sour.
“Thank you, Mr. Gordon. I’m touched that you still remember what I like to eat.”
“Of course, your preferences are the most important thing. I’ll not forget about them,” Ricardo smiled
kindly.
After Ricardo finished speaking, he looked at Donahue and nodded slightly, “Sir, I’ll leave with the
servants. If there’s
anything, you can call us.”
Donahue folded the napkin and ced it on hisp. His posture was elegant. He nodded slightly, and
the servants in the hall opened the door and left with Ricardo. They did not make a noise to disturb
J and Donahue.
When J saw this, she sighed in her heart. Donahue loved to be quiet since he was a child. As long
as he was at home, he wished that there was no sound at all.
To put it bluntly, if the house was not bright, this ce would be no different from a cemetery.
J did not have the appetite to eat. She picked up the spaghetti with her knife and was lost in
thought. She wondered what kind ofdy would be with Donahue in the future.
“What are you thinking about?”
A piece of beef appeared on J’s te. J came to her senses, and something suddenly shed
through her mind. She put shrimp on Donahue’s te. She blinked her eyes and said, “Donahue, you
haven’t told me about what I asked you before!”
“What is it?” Donahue stopped eating and raised his eyebrows at her.
“Your future girlfriend! Do you have someone you like? Tell me about it!” J asked excitedly, her
eyes shining with
bright light.
Seeing that J was so gossipy, Donahue didn’t know whether tough or smile and asked, “You
want to write more introspection reports?”
J still had a lot of introspection reports to write, and she didn’t mind writing more. She just wanted
to satisfy her curiosity. “You have to tell me even if you ask me to write ten more! I’m your cousin. Why
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can’t you tell me about this?”
“Just eat,” Donahue said concisely, picking up food for J.
J didn’t want to let it go. She wouldn’t sleep well if she didn’t know about that. “No! I won’t eat if you
don’t tell me!”
Donahue twisted his lips and looked at her with majesty. He frowned slightly, and his eyes were cold,
looking like a strict senior.
J had been raised by Donahue and knew his temper since she was a child. Although she was
afraid of him, she could tell when he was really angry and when he was just scaring her.
So she looked back with a fierce look, “Why are you staring at me?”
But when J spoke so boldly, she hugged Donahue’s arm and said coquettishly, “Tell me, Donahue.
What kind ofdy is she like?”
Donahue had no choice. He raised his hand and knocked her on the head. “She’s smarter than you.”
As soon as he said that, he lost in thought, and the petite figure shed through his mind.
Indeed, thatdy was smart.
After she stayed with Donahue for one night, thatdy said that she had a boyfriend. She did not even
tell him her name. After she put on her clothes, she ran away, as if Donahue was a terrible man and
she couldn’t wait to escape.
him.
Donahue shook his head and didn’t know what kind of person thatdy was.
He picked up his knife and fork to ce the food on his te. He looked down and saw that the shrimp
that J had just ced on his te had disappeared. J stared at him, her cheeks bulging as
she chewed, like a rabbit.
“The food I picked for you is not delicious. Go find a smartdy to prepare food for you,” she mumbled.
Donahue was speechless.