Jackson eyed her beadily, “What do you have to handle?”
His stare unnerved her, “Leave me alone! Is it any of your business?”
He smirked, “It’s pretty warm in here. Isn’t it hot under that scarf?”
She pulled off the scarf around her neck, her face feeling strangely hot. She wondered if she had lost her mind when she decided on wearing this scarf to see him...
“Did you wear this scarf, just for me?”
She stiffened. Damn it, Jackson. Would it have killed him to keep his mouth shut? She was already beginning to think that she had lost her mind; why did he have to say such provocative things to her?
She snapped irritably, “Pfft! It was just a random scarf that I grabbed on my way out! There’s no gaggle of pretty girls in a bar like this to get high with you. You don’t ever change, do you? A man like you is only suited to be a bachelor for the rest of his life. By the time you’re old, you’ll be staring wistfully at old couples dancing around in a public square, while you’ll be all alone, a pitiful sight!”
Jackson paused and narrowed his eyes, “I think a certain someone said this… What was it? Oh, right, I asked you to break up with your boyfriend. You asked me if I’d be with you if you broke it off. I did promise you. Now you’re single, so isn’t it time for me to carry out my promise? You’re right, I have considered. I don’t want to be all alone in my old age. That’s just sad. At least, it’s not so bad if I could have someone to dance with me in a public square.”
Tiffany’s face began to heat up upon hearing his words. She pushed his face away, “Oh, come off it! I certainly don’t want to dance with you in a public square in my old age. I’m going to be a smart, rich man’s wife, sitting in the courtyard of a huge mansion and watching the sunset!”
Jackson removed her hand from his face. “Whether you want to dance in a public square or sit in the courtyard of a mansion and watch the sunset, I can do both,” he said with a serious look on his face.
She quickly raised her hand and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye, then stared at him heartlessly, “I’m just talking to you in your favourite style. Just like that Lisa. She managed to reap quite a lot of stuff she wanted and money, just from keeping you company for a short while. I just want you to cook for me. That’s not a difficult trade-off, is it? Hmm?”
She was too afraid to look at him by the time she finished her speech. She poured another glass of wine and downed it. The stinging feeling down her throat made her tears surge up into her eyes and stream down her face at an even faster pace. Her hand trembled as she tried to wipe them away.
Jackson gritted his teeth. His expression sank, “You just can’t let go of Lisa, can you? It’s not like I’m f*cking clean either. Can we stop turning each other off? I’ve never been turned off by you! Why are you holding on to the past? I don’t want you to just sleep with me—I want you to marry me! You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to marry. Understand?”
Tiffany was afraid. How was she supposed to face his mother, Summer, if she agreed? Summer had seen Ethan propose to her in front of the entire shopping mall. If she found out about how filthy she was, she would never be allowed to set foot into the West family. She did not deserve it!
She grabbed her bag and fled. This was the first time she had ever felt so cowardly and lost her nerve to face something head on. Prior to this, she had managed to joke and chat with Jackson because none of them had tried to venture through this invisible barrier. She didn’t know how to face him anymore. Now, she realized that the reason why she didn’t feel ready for marriage was because her heart already belonged to someone else… And that “someone else” was Jackson West! This was why she had lost all of her feelings for Ethan.
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