Chapter 115 Mr. Larsen Is Hard to Please


    Chapter 115 Mr. Larsen Is Hard to Please


    With a low maic voice filled withughter, 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, andined while taking off her earrings.


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


    "Heh."


    A softugh.


    "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 slightlyining voice was transmitted through the electric current, tinged with a hint of


    yfulness.


    "me 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,


    "me my poor ability."


    "No hurry." The man''s tone was casual. "There will be plenty of opportunities for you to practice."


    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.


    Eliannaughed self-deprecatingly, "I have overstepped."


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


    "It''s gettingte. 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.


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    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 hade to collect you."


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


    She stared nkly 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 somece.


    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 ss, 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 herete 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 bying here at this time, he was confirming their rtionship?


    Albert had already taken the me 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 ss.


    Her warm and moist palm left a trace of water on the window, finally uttering the firstplete


    sentence after seeing him.


    "Why?"


    Why did hee to disturb her?