Chapter 42 Are You Looking for Me
Chapter 42 Are You Looking for Me
Alicia still made a grand appearance today, her waist entuated by delicate handmade, vintage
designs and her wide skirt oozing European charm.
Even with such grandeur, that man''s aura was unaffected.
His muscr lines were enhanced by the fabric of his suit, which couldn''t hide his undeniable
untamed masculine force and the enticing presence of pheromones.
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When she was standing next to him, the usually dominant Alicia adopted an unexpectedly soft and
subservient tone.
Elianna expected to run into Jefferson on multiple asions, but she didn''t expect it to catch her off
guard.
Jefferson''s sight dropped upon her hand, grasping Asher''s arm as their eyes met.
Her delicate white arm sprang out beneath the pale green sleeve, its fairness almost overwhelming.
When theyst met, those arms clung to his shoulders like swaying water nts, fingertips
burrowing into his back and leaving crimson imprints.
His deep stare became yful, and his smile had a strong presence, causing Elianna''s heart to skip
a beat.
Elianna instantly averted her gaze and held Asher''s hand awkwardly.
Wine sampling was inescapable at a social gathering, so everyone gathered in groups of twos and
threes.
Elianna went to a quiet area and considered asking Jefferson for help.
There was a slim chance before she said those words.
But, since Jefferson made it apparent that she had disappointed him thest time, would he help
her now if she approached him?
A few remarks slipped into her ears while she hesitated.
"Look at Alicia; she wishes she could stick to Jefferson. She is the Gibson family''s daughter. Does
she feel shamed of her action?"
While taking a sip, Elianna noticed a group of notable Oakpooldies.
The speaker''s demeanor was mocking, but her envy was obvious.
Someone spected, "Jefferson also attended the Gibson family''s banquet thest time. Could it
be an engagement?"
"How is that possible?"
Thedy who spoke earlier appeared to have been pricked on the tail, her voice suddenly harsh.
When she realized she had lost her cool, she cleared her throat and continued, "It''s just being polite
to the Gibson family." "I heard Jefferson and the Gibson family''s ruler are old friends."
"..."
Elianna couldn''t hear the rest of the conversation.
Her mind kept echoing two words: old friends.
She sped her fingers around the wine ss, terrified.
Fortunately, she did not lose her mind and disclose her true identity to Jefferson. She wouldn''t know
how she would die otherwise.
However, if Jefferson had connections with the Gibson family, it would be much more difficult for her
to approach him for assistance.
The second round of beverages arrived, this time white wine.
The first ss naturally ended up in Alicia''s hands.
Alicia looked across to Jefferson, who was seated on the sofa, smoking and clutching the stem of
the wine ss with his fingertips.
She approached him subserviently, gazing at him with almost obsessive admiration.
"Jefferson, this one''s for you."
Jefferson nced at her and remarked, "I said I only drink one ss."
Alicia was dissatisfied. It took some effort on her part to persuade her elder brother to let her visit
Oakpool.
She''d only seen Jefferson twice in the few days she''d been here.
She wouldn''t have had this opportunity if her brother hadn''t called on her behalf today.
The pride of being the Gibson family''s daughter prohibited her from saying anything to beg
Jefferson in front of so many people. She could only repress her feelings and speak almost
pleadingly.
"This bottle was air-freighted this morning. I prepared it especially for you."
Jefferson rose, his smile gone. "Well, then, help me finish it."
He then walked away without looking back.
Alicia''s face twisted instantly, and her hold on the wine ss was so hard that she broke the ss''s
fragile neck.
Her fingertips were covered in blood drops.
"Alicia, your hand!"
Several guests approached her with worry, some truly concerned, while others enjoyed the
spectacle.
Meanwhile, Elianna snuck away silently amid the ruckus.
Her outfit hampered her progress, and no one was there when she finally got out.
In an instant, she felt anxious.
If she didn''t take advantage of this opportunity, she''d have to sleep with Brett tonight.
So, what should she do? What more can she do?
"Are you looking for me, Anna?"
She suddenly turned around.
Jefferson stood calmly on the steps, a taunting curve emerging at the corner of his lips.