"Mr. Lu, as you wished, I won’t co looking for you again, and don’t you call ever again either, goodbye, no, never see you again."
With a thud, she hung up the phone.
At that mont, there was an indescribable sense of satisfaction in her heart.
Just as she was feeling proud of her own courage, a sarcastic comnt ca from behind her.
"Oh, got quite the temper, haven’t we?"
Jane Quinlan was startled for a mont and turned around: "How co you’re out here?"
"Grandpa lost, said he didn’t want to play anymore, so I ca out to check on you."
Jane Quinlan pouted: "Don’t you know how to respect the elderly and love the young? You should let him win.
My grandpa has never lost to anyone in his whole life. He’s probably not going to sleep well tonight."
"If soone deliberately lets win in chess, I would think they’re disrespecting .
A chess ga is like a battlefield, we must give it our all. You wouldn’t understand these things."
"Why do you always have so many principles." She would say one thing, and he would respond with ten, making it seem like she was the one hired for money.
As the employer, she was quite unhappy about it, alright.
"Fine, I can’t be bothered to argue with you.
Let’s talk serious - your mom told to rest in your room, so, are we sleeping together tonight?"
"Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?" Jane said matter-of-factly.
"Anyway, we both know perfectly well why we are sleeping in the sa room.
I don’t see you being interested in .
You heard my phone call. I had a boyfriend before; I’m not interested in you either.
So you don’t have to worry; even if you’re not a gentleman, you wouldn’t take advantage of soone in a vulnerable state."
"I indeed won’t bully you, but what I’m worried about is that you, a woman who has just been through a breakup, might beco desperate and throw yourself at ."
No sooner had Kay Forrest finished his sentence than Jane Quinlan stamped on the top of his foot.
"Ouch, Jane Quinlan."
He yelled at her.
Jane rolled her eyes and headed towards her house: "If you don’t want to co in and sleep, you can sleep on the street, I don’t care."
By the ti she finished, she had already entered the courtyard, leaving Kay Forrest grinding his teeth, cursing under his breath.
It was just a joke, and she sure stamped hard.
He followed her ho unhappily.
When they entered the living room, Jane’s mother was tidying up.
Seeing Jane co in with a sullen face, her mother asked, "What’s wrong? Weren’t you quite happy just a mont ago?"
Jane Quinlan grinned: "Nothing, just a bit tired."
Her mother looked sideways at Kay Forrest: "I wasn’t asking you, I was asking ’Little Kay’, what’s wrong, did my little Jane bully you?"
Damn, Jane felt as if she had just taken 10,000 points of damage.
Is this really her mom?
No mother would instantly side with a ’son-in-law’ over her own daughter.
Even if this ’son-in-law’ was a little bit outstanding.
She didn’t have to hurt her fragile little heart like this.
Kay Forrest raised his brows triumphantly, glanced at Jane and then told her mom, "No problem, Princess Jane was just being coy and gave a good stomp."
Jane’s mom turned and rapped her daughter’s arm twice.
"Ow, Mom, that hurts."
"You child, how can you stomp so hard? You’re treating your own boyfriend like that.
What do you think this is, a competition of foot strength? You’ve won, okay? You’ve won."
Jane Quinlan rolled her eyes: "Alright, alright, my bad, I was just playing with him.
Look, you are so serious scolding , making it seem like I really did bully him."
After speaking, she stepped back, walked up to Kay Forrest and took his hand: "Enough with the good boy act in front of my mom. Weren’t you saying you’re tired? Let’s go, back to the room to rest."
Kay Forrest’s brows relaxed as he looked down at her hand naturally holding his and his lips curved into a smile.
Hearing Jane’s words, her mother imdiately cheered up: "Right, right, right, go and rest."
"Indeed a bit tired after such a long car ride today, then goodnight, Auntie."
"Goodnight, goodnight."
As Jane’s mother watched Jane and Kay Forrest enter the room, a smile crept onto her lips, and she went back to her own bedroom.
The more she saw of her daughter’s boyfriend, the more she liked him.
Kay Forrest entered Jane’s room and looked around; it was very clean, without the pink princess vibe of Faye Townsend’s room, just an ordinary little bedroom.
Quite small, like an ant’s nest.
"How are we supposed to sleep in such a small room?" Kay walked to the window, which overlooked the street and the river.
"How else? I’ll sleep on the bed, and you’ll sleep on the floor."
Isn’t it obvious?
"What?" Kay’s voice rose a few decibels involuntarily as he turned back to look at her.
"You want to sleep on the floor?"
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