Chapter 238 What I Meant

Eileen’s lips curved politely, her eyes carrying a hint of aloofness. “No need for these; the elevator is already full. We can take the next one,” she said.

The rejection, witnessed by many, prompted subtle glances circulating between her and Jasper.

“I forgot to take something from the private room; I need to go back,” Eileen stated.

“I’ll wait for you,” Benjamin offered.

“Okay.”

As Eileen exited, the elevator doors gradually closed behind her. Jasper knew she was being deceptive; Eileen hadn’t left anything behind but was attempting to escape.

True enough, she remained in the private room for a few extra minutes. It was only when the waiter arrived to clear the table that she finally left.

The two descended in the elevator to the underground parking lot. Eileen settled into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and said, “All right, let’s go.”

“Wait a moment.”

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Benjamin moved closer. Eileen slightly leaned back, curious about his intentions.

The man, who didn’t seem frivolous, extended his hand, and his fingers gently lifted the hair tangled in the seatbelt. “Your hair.”

A sense of caution lessened in Eileen’s heart. “Thank you.”

Benjamin’s gaze shifted away from the car window as he pressed on the accelerator, steering from the parking lot. Not far off, a few cigarette butts lay on the ground in front of the Maybach.

away

Nancy swiftly grabbed the hall-smoked cigarette from Jasper’s hand. Crossing her legs, the slit of her skirt revealing her slender legs, she exhaled a puff of smoke with fiery red lips.

smoke in his face. “I’m back now, so there’s no room for any other woman in your heart. We are a perfect match, aren’t we? I know that all these years, you’ve never truly let go of me. After

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said, “Let’s put an end to this.”

She straightened her skirt and sat up properly. “Understood, I’ll stop joking around with you.

look. “You know what I

end this.”

challenging moments, helping him weather

his youth, Jasper was well aware of the strained relationship between his father and mother. As a result, he consistently complied, aiming to be the perfect child in

that he couldn’t sustain this effort, allowing that woman

revealed that his father was never home at night, and his mother coped with her sorrows

became an unwanted presence, facing either physical abuse or harsh words. After consuming alcohol, his mother would confine him

sobering up, she would regret her actions, holding him in her

he vaguely recalled, occurred when he was just eight years

he performed or how outstanding he was, that man never took notice. Approval or praise from him was something

broken home

tattoos, and staying out all night. In the end, he transformed into a rogue and ruffian in the eyes of everyone, a school bully whom no one on the entire street dared to provoke.

death on the streets,

by him year

time, only she was there

initially

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it was youthful recklessness, a moment of

meant to like someone, believing that not wanting to lose someone was the same as liking them.

planning to leave him years ago, he nearly risked his life to keep her, thinking this was

unwillingness to accept, his reluctance to see the people around him gradually leave, to the point he harbored thoughts of

life tears us apart, then let’s

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