Chapter 3 A Guilty Conscience
It was dark and raining heavily outside. Not a soul, could be seen.
Elianna finally came to realize that Asher would not be interested in tracking her. She was overreacting because she felt guilty.
Before she could respond, a large hand swooped in and abruptly ended the call.
Elianna furrowed her brows, and before she could ask what Jefferson was going to do, he held up her chin and puffed smoke into her mouth while kissing her.
Elianna couldn't stop coughing.
Jefferson nodded in satisfaction after he saw Elianna's face which had become pale turned reddened after she coughed violently.
She looked much better now.
Meanwhile, she got a series of text messages from Asher.
[Asher: ?]
[Asher: How you dared to hang up on me? Where are you?]
[Asher: You have twenty minutes to get back home, or I'll inform the Gentry family and have them bring you back!]
Had Asher returned home?
Normally, he couldn't care less about what she was doing, so why was he suddenly so furious?
Elianna had a feeling that something was wrong. Despite the spicy taste of cigarette down her throat, she reached for the car door and wanted to get out.
However, Jefferson quickly pulled her back by the waist and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I need to go back."
She couldn't afford to break with Asher, not now at least.
Upon hearing her reply, Jefferson raised an eyebrow, sized her up, and said, "You want to go back looking like this, right after making out with me?"
Elianna followed his gaze and noticed her clothes were crumpled like rags, and, worse yet, there were hickies and bruises on her body. If Asher saw them, the consequences would be dire.
"Can you... take me to the nearest mall?"
Jefferson was speechless.
In the end, he had to drive her there.
Once they arrived at the mall, Jefferson stayed inside the car, and Elianna just got off the car by herself.
Her legs trembled slightly, and she nearly stumbled.
However, Jefferson didn't want to help at all. Instead, he rolled down the window and leisurely looked at her.
Under the bright lights of the bustling commercial street, Elianna looked more awkward in her crumpled clothes.
She hesitantly asked, "Could you lend me your coat?"
Jefferson chuckled, and his already captivating appearance looked even more devilishly alluring with his smile.
However, his response sounded wicked, "My coat? Didn't I already give it to you?"
Elianna stood there stunned for a moment before it dawned on her, and she shivered all over.
Back when she was at Asher's place, he had thrown his coat to her.
Which meant his coat was still in Asher's house!
Seeing her getting so nervous, Jefferson grinned, "No need to thank me, darling."
The unpleasant smell of car exhaust made her cough, and she almost cursed him.
But she couldn't waste any time now. She lowered her head, covered the marks on her neck with her long hair, and had to go into the mall to buy some new clothes.
...
Jefferson couldn't help smiling as he drove the car.
He even sounded unusually relaxed and content when he answered the phone, "Go ahead."
The man on the other end sounded speechless, "I've been waiting for you for over four hours, and I've arranged everything for your entertainment. Are you coming tonight or not? Just give me a straight answer."
Glancing at his watch, Jefferson was surprised at how much time he had spent with Elianna.
"I'm not going. I'm already satisfied."
Hearing these words, Albert Hinton, on the other end of the line, pushed away the girl in his arms and found a quiet place to talk. "Who is it that kept you entertained for four whole hours?"
Jefferson casually ran a red light and said, "The daughter of the Gentry family."
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