A flash of humiliation struck Lynette’s face. Those words Jackson spoke were like a hard slap on her cheek!
When Aunt Theresa saw this, she was visibly annoyed and complained to Serenity, “Say, Serenity, your cousin was clearly trying to be friendly just now! Why does your boyfriend have to be so arrogant?! He’s our guest here yet he expects us to treat him like a prince?
“My boyfriend is a bit shy with strangers,” Serenity replied nonchalantly, “so he tends to maintain a distance from the people he’s not very familiar with.”
Both Theresa and Lynette almost choked on their own saliva
Shy?! That man was obviously not shy!
But every time that man swept his glance lazily over them, their hearts started to beat violently, almost as if they could not help but be tombed of his gaze.
Theresa forced a smile and said nothing more, but Lynette persisted and went on to ask Serenity and Jackson when they had met each other and how they had begun dating each other. She was doing everything she could to figure out Jackson’s background, his jab, his family, and so on.
But of course, all these attempts were dismissed vaguely by Serenity.
In the end, even after trying to interrogate them for ages, Lynette still obtained no concrete information about the man. Still, seeing that Jackson was right there, she could not lase her temper, so she could only force herself to smile and asked, “What kind of job are you doing right now, Serenity?”
“I’m a delivery rider for a small restaurant,” Serenity answered proudly and without a single trace of embarrassment for her current occupation.
Lynette, however, pricked her ears up. Hearing this made her think that Serenity must have fallen from grace and hit rock bottom. After all, she used to be a lawyer, a respected intellectual who was envied by everyone, but now, she was nothing but a humble delivery worker, which was not any better than her previous job as a street sweeper whatsoever.
“Didn’t your boyfriend… I mean, didn’t Mr. Jack find you a better job!”
As Lynette asked the question, she glanced at the man beside Serenity, who was playfully teasing Serenity’s fingers.
Jackson’s fingers were long, slender, and fair. It was an enviably beautiful pair of hands, and now, these hands were lightly touching, squeezing, and pinching Serenity’s fingers. His gestures were both gentle and affectionate to the point that Lynette was almost burning with jealousy, wishing that it was her hands Jackson was playing with instead!
“I like my current job just fine,” Serenity replied.
The truth was that Clara and everyone else in the restaurant had been treating her very well, and more than that, she was particularly glad to have met the little boy, Yanny. He was always very nice to her. In fact, not only would he smile at her whenever he saw her, but he would even nin to her and hug her very affectionately.
ve to protect
Because of Yanny’s hearing problems, Serenity always felt particularly sorry for the kid, and it gave her the urge him and take good care of him.
Yes, she liked her current working environment very much indeed. At the very least, no one in the restaurant ever discriminated against her or treated her wst because she used to be in prison
But when Lynette heard this reply, she quickly concluded that it must be because this guy called fack must not be all that impressive, after all. No decent boyfriend would let his girlfriend do such a menial job as a delivery worker, right?
Perhaps all this guy had was good looks.
Just then, Serenity’s grandmother woke up, so she instantly rushed into her room.
Aunt Theresa helped Grandma to sit up in bed, and a smile bloomed upon the latter’s face as soon as she saw Serenity
“Oh, Serenity! You’re here! Come here! Come closer to me! I want to take a good look at my granddaughter.”
Serenity’s eyes reddened as she walked up to her grandmother’s bed. She wanted to say something, but as soon as she saw the old woman, her nose stung, and she was on the verge of tears. She was all choked up and unable to say anything
Grandma lifted a hand and gently stroked Serenity’s hair, saying, “Look at you, you silly girl. You’re going to cry again, aren’t you? What’s the matter? Did someone bully you?”