Koa Jackson was montarily taken aback.
A slender, fair hand let him hold it tight, smiling calmly and without a sound.
It seed as if they hadn’t noticed his hostility at all.
Dallas Taylor, however, didn’t gain much advantage, examining him for a mont before swiftly releasing his hand.
He stepped forward to take a seat.
Behind him, Olivia Williams, holding her handbag, sighed in relief and promptly sat down on his left.
There was still a bit of awkwardness.
Dallas Taylor seated himself next to Mia Ginger.
Slightly turned her way, he lowered his eyes to glance at her, his voice gentle, as he smiled and inquired, "How’s your ear?"
Mia Ginger looked at him, slightly stunned.
At this mont—
Everyone already seated felt sothing was off.
Caiden Ward had already recognized Dallas Taylor and was utterly surprised, unable to fathom why there was any connection between the two, appearing sowhat intimate.
Blair Chester naturally knew Dallas valued Mia Ginger. She too was astonished, chiefly unclear about Dallas’s identity, how he had transford from their training officer to a suited, elite figure of Cloud Capital, seeming to be quite familiar with Mia Ginger.
Could these two possibly have continued contact after military training?
Lia Chester, accompanied by her cousin Andy Chester, looked up to gauge Koa Jackson’s expression and silently took a sip of her drink.
No one was more conflicted than Koa Jackson.
Firstly—
He had probably deduced from Dallas Taylor’s companion Olivia Williams the identity of Dallas among the Williams, yet didn’t understand how he and Mia Ginger knew each other.
Secondly—
The two appeared to be quite close.
Thirdly—
This person knew about Mia Ginger’s ear injury and harbored hostility towards him.
What was the aning of this?
Koa Jackson lowered his gaze to glance at Mia Ginger.
Mia Ginger also happened to look at him, speaking softly, "Mr. Taylor used to be our military training instructor."
She unexpectedly did not respond to Dallas Taylor’s question, imdiately prioritizing him.
Dallas Taylor didn’t mind, curled his lips playfully.
Suddenly, Caiden Ward chuckled effortlessly, addressing Koa Jackson, "Cousin, since Miss Ginger and Blair are dorm mates, why not let them sit together? It’d be easier to talk."
As the words landed, not waiting for Koa Jackson’s agreent, he promptly swapped places with Blair Chester.
Mia Ginger also voluntarily stood up and exchanged seats with Koa Jackson.
Thus—
Koa Jackson ended up sitting to Mia Ginger’s left, right next to Dallas Taylor.
Dallas Taylor’s gaze fell on the hand he had placed on the table, staring intently.
Koa Jackson’s fingers were long, fair, smoothly lined, slightly curled while holding sothing, seemingly seamless, beautifully captivating, like a conductor’s hand in a television program, capable of attracting attention anyti.
Too feminine...
Dallas Taylor recalled the feeling of holding his hand, feeling sowhat unsettled.
For a man—
Shouldn’t the palm be broad and rough, callused, holding firm and warm?
What sort of man has Mia Ginger found?!
A hand, cool and seemingly without warmth, with skin fine and fair, yet with surprisingly great strength, each finger like an iron rod. Even as he held tight, it didn’t budge.
Truly an oddity!
Dallas Taylor mused wildly, suddenly recalling Caiden Ward’s form of address.
The one Caiden Ward could call cousin, who has appeared at such an event, could only be the mysterious, low-key third child of the Jackson Family.
Ayla Ward, the mother, dazzled Cloud Capital in her day, but t an early demise.
Zane Jackson, the father, being the only one among the Jackson peers in business, matched his father’s ways, remarried within a year after his wife’s passing, bringing a stepmother into the family.
User Comments
0 comments from readers