Exclusive Memory novel Chapter 65

As Jasper was about to say something, he suddenly had a strange feeling and looked up at the front of the car. Ashley also felt his movement and followed him to look over.

An entertainment journalist was shooting photos!

"Don't hide!" Jasper ordered in a low voice, stopping her from escaping.

"Say hello to him."

The journalist was excited to catch the news. She saw the similar expression on her face when she was a journalist before. But now seeing her expression like that, Ashley could not help but shudder.

"Two sisters are so disgusting to sleep with a man. I can't even bear."

"Yes. At first, I felt pity for Ashley, because she was always bullied by Sheila. Don't judge by her vulnerable appearance. It's said that the deceased child she had was not Francis'."

"Really? Tell me the story."

A voice like the tide rushed into her mind, as if she was not in Jasper's car, but in her room of Fang family; there were not traffic and people on the street outside, but the servants were eating melon seeds and guessing the family's privacy with vicious thoughts.

All of a sudden, it reminded her of the time three years ago, when she had just given birth to her child and went back to the Fang family house.

Ashley felt chilling. The spread of the news was at a frightening speed. It was not restraint in

some sort of small circle. Netizens all over the country had the chance to watch the news.

Could her father take this? 'what would Jasper think of it? And her new friends such as Zoe, Morris. What would they think?

"Say hello to him." Jasper said, holding her hands.

She finally came up with an idea. Looking at her hand which was holding hers tightly, she took a deep breath, raised her head, smiled wryly and waved her hand towards the journalist ahead.

Jasper helped her fasten the seat belt, "this is not the right place to talk. Let's go back to the office first."

As they walked out of the elevator into Jasper's office, countless people greeted Jasper on their way. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She felt that those eyes were always floating on her intentionally or unintentionally. Have people here seen that post? Her body was as painful as a needle. Right now, she only wanted to find a place and shut herself up, so that she could avoid the seemingly invisible gazes from the outside.

Entering the office of Jasper, she sat on the sofa in the reception area. The single sofa wrapped her body, giving her a sense of security.

Jasper ordered his secretary to prepare a cup of chocolate in the kitchen, and then he turned on his computer to deal with some other work. After the hot chocolate was ready, the secretary knocked on the door. Jasper put aside his work and took over the hot chocolate by herself. He didn't let his secretary in.

"Have some sweet food. It will make you feel better." He put the chocolate in front of her.

She looked at the brown liquid in front of her, spurning it with a spoon in her hand, and then she put it on the tray. Due to her trembling hands, she didn't put it firmly. The spoon fell down from the edge of the cup and then fell on the marbles tea table.

Jasper took a piece of tissue, put the spoon onto it, "I don't know what happened among you three. Can you tell me what happened?"

She didn't want to say it.

For the same circumstance, she might be more relaxed to face Dylan. Because Dylan was evil enough, what she had done was not a big deal in front of him, which would not burden her too much. But now she faced Jasper, a nearly perfect person, with decent family background and behavior. In front of such a person, she could not reveal her dirty past.

Seeing her silent, Jasper was a little irritable but he knew that it was not the right time to be angry. He stood up and paced back and forth in the office. He opened the door and called out to the secretary, "make me a cup of coffee."

"Yes."

After the order, he closed the door and leaned against the wall. According to his past experience, artists were unwilling to tell others about their privacy. Perhaps there were many reasons that made them too embarrassed, afraid of ridicule, afraid of being sold, and unwilling to mention But in the final analysis, all the reasons were that the other party did not trust him.

The establishment of trust required some successful cooperation. They just established a relationship of manager and artist. If they got along with each other for a long time, he believed that they could gain her trust. But nobody would do that to her, a nobody nobody nobody.

"Mr. Jasper." There was a knock at the door.

He opened the door and took over the coffee. "Thank you."

Jasper sat in the lounge with a cup of coffee. After taking a sip of the coffee, he said, "how about this? I tell you my secret, and then you tell me yours. What do you think?"