Chapter45
Half a month later, at the riverside.
Javon silently gazed at Alison beside him.
Alison stood there, eyes gently closed, head tilted slightly upwards, allowing the lazy breeze to caress her. Her
complexion, a delicate shade of pink, glistened with a luster reminiscent. Her soft, chestnut brown hair cascaded down her back, unveiling her fair neck.
She exuded an almost ethereal charm.
Suddenly, without the slightest hint, Alison’s eyes snapped open, and she spun around.
Javon, caught off–guard, swiftly averted his gaze. He cleared his throat, and said softly, “Antonio has been drowning his sorrows in the bar these past few days. He’s stopped trailing you.
“Moreover, the board of directors of his domestic group has been piling on the pressure, urging him to return and resume his duties without delay.
“So, it won’t be long before he gives up and leaves.”
Upon hearing this, Alison simply nodded. Her expression remained inscrutable, betraying no clue as to what thoughts were in her mind.
In a daze, Javon’s eyes locked on her.
All of a sudden, a faint, alluring fragrance wafted towards him, tugging at his heartstrings. He wanted to inhale it more deeply, to savor it more fully. With such a thought, he found himself unconsciously leaning in closer to her.
In the very next second, Alison’s words of gratitude jolted him back to reality.
“Javon, thank you for your help these days.
“I know you’re already busy at work, but you’re still willing to spare the time to act with me…
“I am really grateful and very happy to have you by my side.”
He gazed at her deeply, but words seemed to get stuck in his throat.
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