My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 115

Read My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon Chapter 115 – Mr. Jealous

Nathaniel withdrew his hand. He was expressionless, but his heart was already churning.

Such inexplicable involuntary feelings were really strange.

He should calm down!

With a sullen face, Nathaniel got up and went to the bathroom.

When Janet woke up again, there was no Nathaniel beside her. Just as she was wondering where he had gone, a strange man sat down and smiled at her.

“Miss Longfellow, are you alone?”

Janet wanted to deny, but after thinking that she seemed to be alone, she smiled and did say anything.

Sensing that she seemed to be resisting, the man smiled gently. “Please forgive my abruptness. Let me introduce myself, my name is Jonathan Hawk, the vice president of Hawk Group. If I may ask, Miss Longfellow, are you going to A City to attend the New Media Industry Summit too?”

Hearing the word “too”, Janet frowned slightly.

“Yes.”

“What a coincidence! Why don’t we go together. It’s not safe for Miss Longfellow to be alone. Shall we exchange our business cards?”

Janet thought for a while, but she didn’t refuse. Hawk Group was considered strong in the field of construction, and it might be useful in the future.

Nathaniel came back and his face turned dark when he saw a man chatting with Janet.

And when he saw Janet exchanged contact information with a smile on their faces,

his face became completely dark with rage.

Oh, was the president jealous?

Alfred Whitehead was sitting in the last row of the first-class cabin, and he had a panoramic view of all this. He could only feel the cold air surrounding the president, and he was about to be frozen.

Nathaniel walked up to the two of them with a cold look, his eyes were cold.

“Are you finished?”

Seeing Nathaniel, Jonathan immediately stroke up a conversation.

“What a coincidence, Mr. Webster. Do you still remember me, Jonathan? We met at the Centennial Celebration Reception of Jones Group.”

Nathaniel gave him a cold look, “I don’t remember.”