Sabrina Hayes heard the voice and turned to look, suddenly seeing that tall figure.
The man stood tall by the roadside, next to a black Rolls-Royce. The sleek lines of the car’s body exuded luxury and prestige, but it was his inherent allure that was even more captivating.
In a pure black suit and coat, paired with a strikingly handso face and gold-rimd glasses, he looked as if he had walked out of a castle, the epito of a genteel nobleman.
Sabrina was montarily dazzled.
Encountering Jasper Fitzgerald here was truly unexpected for her.
But what surprised her even more was that just now... what did he call her?
Sabrina Hayes?
She mustn’t have heard wrong, right?
That deep tone seed to still resonate in her ears, making the back of her ears tingle.
This was the first ti he had ever called her by na in all the ti they’d known each other.
For so reason, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt even more excited than when she just received the news of her compensation paynt.
Sabrina’s bright eyes sparkled, unable to conceal her delight, as she walked towards him, "Mr. Fitzgerald, you’re returning to Veridia today too? What a coincidence!"
Jasper replied naturally, "In terms of timing, it is quite coincidental."
Although he knew she was returning on the fifth, he wasn’t clear about the exact tiline.
They had just gotten off the plane not long ago.
Just before leaving, he glanced at the exit, and unexpectedly saw a familiar silhouette.
At this mont, Sabrina had co up to him.
He pragmatically suggested, "Have you called for a car? If not, I’ll give you a ride."
Sabrina didn’t stand on ceremony, "Sure!"
Seeing as she hadn’t managed to call one yet and it was late at night, with the cold, she didn’t want to wait too long.
Jasper nodded, signaling to the bodyguard nearby to help load the luggage into the car.
The bodyguard followed suit.
Quickly, the two got into the back seat, one after the other.
Once inside, Sabrina realized that besides Nash Spencer in the front seat, Dylan Quinlan was also there.
At this mont, Dylan was clicking his tongue, his tone full of teasing, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
Although surprised, Sabrina greeted them cheerfully, "Assistant Spencer, Happy New Year. Mr. Quinlan, Happy New Year... Mr. Quinlan, why are you back in Veridia so early? Isn’t the school reopening after the Lantern Festival?"
Dylan answered with a smile, "That’s true, but there’s nothing much to do in Aethel, so I decided to co back early with Wesley!"
"I see."
Sabrina responded as she removed the scarf from her neck, and asked smoothly, "Did Mr. Fitzgerald co back early because of a new task?"
"Not really, he said the air in Aethel..."
Dylan was about to answer.
But Jasper interrupted, "I had so work left from before the New Year that wasn’t urgent, so I ca back early to handle it."
Dylan, "..."
Nash, "..."
Do you believe that yourself?
Soone who never procrastinates, who always finishes what they start and is ticulous, how could he leave work from before the New Year pending until now?
However, they couldn’t expose him, though it was a bit hard to hold back.
Jasper seed to notice their expressions, coolly lifted his eyes and casually glanced at the rearview mirror.
Those deep black eyes appeared calm.
Yet for so reason, there was an inexplicable sense of threat.
The two shrank back their necks, keeping quiet, feeling it was more important to stay safe.
Sabrina didn’t notice the undercurrents flowing beneath, she only said sympathetically, "You really work hard, barely resting during the holidays."
While speaking, she suddenly frowned.
The process of removing the scarf didn’t go smoothly.
She had tied it carelessly when getting off the plane, and now it seed to be caught by sothing, not coming off.
Jasper had just replied "It’s fine." and noticed her predicant, so he casually asked, "Need so help?"
Sabrina didn’t refuse, instinctively leaned in his direction and said, "Yes, could you help check what’s caught it, behind ..."
Her move brought them much closer.
At first glance, it seed like she was throwing herself into his arms, her head almost resting on his shoulder.
Jasper was evidently a bit caught off guard too.
Two seconds later, his eyes shifted slightly, and he straightened up, saying, "Alright."
Then, he leaned slightly forward to check the situation behind her.
However, Sabrina’s hair was too long, completely covering her back, hiding the details of the problem.
Jasper had to ask, "Do you mind if I move your hair aside?"
"Ah... I don’t mind!"
Sabrina responded, lifting her hand to plan to move her hair.
As a result, Jasper raised his hand at the sa ti, and their palms t in mid-air with a slight crisp sound.
Sabrina was startled, instinctively apologizing, "Sorry, did I hit you?"
Jasper replied warmly, "No, it wasn’t very forceful... Let handle it."
Sabrina didn’t mind.
Her head was slightly lowered, to avoid blindly hitting him again, she didn’t dare to cause more chaos.
Jasper quickly moved her hair aside, clearly seeing what was wrong.
"The scarf got caught on the button at the back of your coat!"
Sabrina suddenly realized, "No wonder it wouldn’t co off."
"Hmm, let help you."
Jasper Fitzgerald spoke with a slightly deep voice, his arm moved downwards to her back, and he started helping her with the buttons.
The yarn was pulled a bit tight, and due to the angle, he could only use one hand.
This resulted in the process being a bit slow.
Sabrina Hayes hadn’t realized anything was amiss, and instinctively asked, "Can you reach it? Do I need to lower myself a bit more?"
Before Jasper Fitzgerald could answer, the person in front of him lowered her waist a bit, and suddenly, he felt sothing against his chest.
The man’s eyes were deep as he looked down at the person completely leaning in his arms.
This ti... she really did throw herself into his arms!
It took a mont for Sabrina Hayes to react, and when she did, her body stiffened, and her mind was in a bit of a ss.
Darn, what was she thinking just now???
Since it was the back, couldn’t she just turn around? Why did she lean over in this position?
Now, how should she explain this?
Mr. Fitzgerald... wouldn’t think she was taking advantage, would he?
Sabrina shivered, and hurried to back away.
However, a warm palm pressed down on the small of her back, "Don’t move, it will be done soon."
The man’s tone was calm and steady, showing no sign of embarrassnt or discomfort from the sudden contact.
Sabrina was a bit restless, but had no choice but to remain still.
Fortunately, this ti, Jasper Fitzgerald was much quicker, and shortly after, he had disentangled the scarf from the button.
"Done."
He nonchalantly said, quietly pulling away.
Sabrina returned to her original position, her tone tinged with slight embarrassnt, "Thanks..."
"No problem."
Jasper Fitzgerald’s expression was calm, as if nothing had happened just now.
In the front seat, Nash Spencer and Dylan Quinlan had already fallen into an eerie silence.
They had witnessed the entire situation unfold in the back seat.
As bystanders, their most direct feeling about what had just happened was: they shouldn’t be in the car, they should be under it!!!
Just now, the sudden hint of intimacy between Sabrina Hayes and Jasper Fitzgerald was perfectly fitting.
And the inadvertent reactions from their brief touches... made the two outsiders have their hearts race a little.
Aside from that, they were actually more shocked.
If it had been in the past, any woman who dared to approach Wesley in this way would have long been thrown off the car, wouldn’t she?
Even family cousins and other such relatives wouldn’t receive such treatnt.
And yet they say he isn’t special to her!!!
He’s clearly fallen for her without realizing it, right???
Perhaps their gazes were too intense, Jasper Fitzgerald noticed and casually glanced up.
Through the rearview mirror, he saw Dylan Quinlan’s teasing look and exaggerated expressions.
With an expression of disdain, he averted his eyes and looked at the night view outside the window.
Sabrina also looked out the window, struggling to calm down for a long ti.
Her mind was filled with the accidental scene of throwing herself into his arms.
Really... the more she thought about it, the more embarrassing it was!
Thank goodness Mr. Fitzgerald was kind, not bothered, and wouldn’t think she was soone who was easy.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t know how to face him.
Amidst her chaotic thoughts, the car arrived at the apartnt complex.
Sabrina returned to her senses, got out of the car, and bid farewell to the three of them.
Before leaving, she also gave them so local specialties she brought back.
Nash Spencer was a bit surprised, "I get sothing too?"
Sabrina laughed, "Of course, during that ti last year, Assistant Spencer helped out a lot, it’s only right to give you so... and Mr. Quinlan, I was planning to bring it to you when school started, but since you’re here, you can take it back now."
At this point, she seed to recall so unpleasant mories and quickly added, "It’s nothing expensive, just so food, I hope you don’t mind."
Before she was divorced, Jordan Hawthorne never touched such things.
At first, she thought it was because he wasn’t accustod to them; later, she realized it was because he looked down on cheap things.
The identities of Jasper Fitzgerald and Dylan Quinlan weren’t lower than Jordan’s, she feared they wouldn’t like them either.
However, her worry wasn’t warranted.
Because Dylan Quinlan imdiately opened the box with impatience, saying, "Mind what? I love food the most, and I haven’t had dinner, I’m starving, let have a taste first."
With that, he picked up a small pastry and put it in his mouth.
It lted instantly, sweet but not greasy, with a wonderful aroma.
"Delicious! Not bad, not bad, this with tea would be perfect. Wesley, you want to try so?"
Jasper Fitzgerald didn’t hesitate too much, tastefully sampled a small piece, and under Sabrina Hayes’s straightforward gaze, gave his review, "It’s indeed nice, tastes good."
Under the street lamp, Sabrina’s beautiful face blossod into a joyful smile, "As long as you like it, then I’m going up?"
"Alright, send a ssage when you’re inside."
Jasper Fitzgerald kindly instructed.
Sabrina nodded, waved at him, and dragged her luggage into the apartnt complex.
When she got ho, the first thing she did was send a ssage to Jasper Fitzgerald, "I’m here."
Downstairs, once Jasper Fitzgerald saw it, he instructed Nash Spencer, "Let’s go, head back."
Nash Spencer nodded, and imdiately started the car.
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