Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Jealous Of His Own Son

Somebody very important to her?

Recalling her gentle tone while she was on the phone, Theodore became even tenser. “You’re getting married on the twentieth of next month, Jasmine,” he said coldly. “Please watch your conduct.”

Jasmine glanced at him. “Watch my what?”

His hardened face and cold tone were easy hints to pick up. At once, her face broke into a smile.

Is he actually jealous of his own son?

Back when they were at the banquet hall, she dared not approach him or say anything as there were too many people present. As of then, however, they were alone in the car.

Jasmine pursed her red lips, then began, “You’ve misunderstood, Theodore. Actually—” Unexpectedly, his ringing phone cut her off.

As cars like his were difficult to maneuver, Theodore had to fish out his phone and put it on loudspeaker.

“Where are you, Teddy?”

A girl’s voice, sweet and feminine, sounded as soon as the call connected.

Jasmine felt chilly to the core as though cold water had been flung on her.

That term of address is too intimate.

Theodore did not notice the change in her expression. Even though he was greatly annoyed at the phone call, he tried hard to suppress it as though he had some misgivings. “I’m on my way home. Why did you call me?”

“C-Could you come over? I’m at the place where we last dined together.” The girl spoke in a coy voice before adding pitifully, “They are bullying me…”

“Hey, watch your words, Stephanie. Since when were we bullying you?”

“Exactly. You were the one who lost the bet!”

“Get your boyfriend over here to drink!”

After the girl spoke, a chorus of five other voices sounded, all laughing with glee at her, who then told them off angrily to stop lying.

“I can’t make it,” Theodore answered. “Call someone and have them pick you up.”

“I can wait,” the girl said gingerly. “Come pick me up, Teddy. Don’t let them make fun of me,” she added in an earnest plea.

After a long silence, he replied, “It’ll take a while for me to get there from here. Wait for me.”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

Theodore ended the call quickly and glanced sideways at the seat beside his.

Jasmine remained sitting quietly with a smile on her lips as if she was not discomfited by the phone call.

In fact, she even offered, “You can drop me off here if you’re rushing to pick up your girlfriend, Mr. Xavier. It’s very easy to hail a taxi here.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he retorted instinctively.

“Oh.” She nodded, still smiling faintly. “She will be.”

Theodore could not stand her tone. Frowning deeply, he made another call and stopped the car at the next junction, where a black Mercedes-Benz was already waiting.

A man standing by the car came over to greet him, “Mr. Xavier.”

Theodore waited for Jasmine to exit the vehicle before ordering, “Send Ms. Sanders home. I have matters to attend to.”

Then, he briskly got back into his car and drove off.

The man opened the door to the Mercedes-Benz swiftly. “Please, Ms. Sanders,” he said respectfully.

“Thank you.”

From within the car, Jasmine stared in the direction where Theodore had left. Her mind wandered off to the memory of the phone call and the girl’s voice, and she felt a little uneasy.

“How long have you worked for Mr. Xavier?” she casually asked the man at the wheel.

“Two years,” he replied. “I’m in charge of Mr. Xavier’s daily affairs and am the designated driver when he isn’t driving.”

“Did you come from Norham with him?”

“I did.”

“Seeing as you’ve worked for him for so long, do you know how many girlfriends he has had?”

“Mr. Xavier is a workaholic and has no women by his side. You know, this always makes me wonder if he’s gay,” the man joked.

None for the past few years?

The knot in Jasmine’s heart loosened, but the remembrance of the girl on the line made her speak again. “Maybe you’re just unaware of it. A girl called him earlier and asked him to pick her up.”

The man pondered for a second before replying, “Are you referring to Ms. Stephanie? Her father, Commander Goath, is close to Mr. Xavier’s father, so it won’t look nice if Mr. Xavier snubs Ms. Stephanie.”

“Is that so?” Jasmine recalled her meeting with Emma four years ago, and hatred flared in her eyes. “Indeed, only the ones from the same social circle would get along.”

I will not have my son walk the same path as I did. One day, I’ll have Emma beg me and have her taste the humiliation that she subjected me to back then!

Soon, the car arrived at Jasmine’s residential area.

Due to its exclusivity, unregistered vehicles were not permitted entry, so the man dropped her off at the gates and turned the car around.

Just as he was about to leave, he inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror and caught sight of a young boy suddenly emerging as Jasmine was walking into the residential area.

A mask covered the boy’s face. His height seemed to be about one forty, and he was gazing up as he said something to Jasmine. With her arms extended, she looked as though she wanted to lift the boy but could not manage to, so she vigorously tousled his hair and left hand in hand with him.

The man was flabbergasted.

Having learned from the news that Jasmine and Curtis were to be wed on the twentieth of next month, he reckoned that the entire country would know about it the following day.

What is this? Does Ms. Sanders have a child?

Then, he convinced himself that he was overthinking, as the boy could very well be a relative of Jasmine’s. After all, to him, it was improbable for an engaged woman to be involved with such unsavory affairs.

At that thought, the man no longer paid the matter further mind and drove off.

Rayna’s chest still felt uncomfortable when she woke up.

I seem to recall fainting halfway through a conversation with Theodore. How did I wake up in my apartment?

“Are you awake, Nana?”

Jessica pushed open the door and entered. Though she looked ludicrous, clad in cleaning attire with a mop in her hand, the roundness of her face made her look adorable.

“In the future, you shouldn’t drink alcohol at any social events you attend, whether it is a cocktail reception or whatever. Mr. Faymon sent you home yesterday drunk as a skunk. What a fright you gave me,” she chastised upon seeing that Rayna was awake.

The corner of Rayna’s lips twitched.

I barely had two glasses of champagne and still got drunk. Is my alcohol tolerance really that poor? Besides, I recall that I fainted from the discomfort of my rapid heartbeat!

However, that was not what she paid the most attention to. Instead, it was the part about Curtis sending her home.

“Curtis sent me home?” Rayna repeated.

“That’s right.” Jessica adjusted her spectacles, grumbling, “I asked him to place you on the couch, but he insisted on bringing you into your room as if he intended to take advantage of you.”

Rayna felt thoroughly embarrassed for having Curtis send her back not long after she made the declaration to distance herself from him and Faymon Group.

“From now on, I’ll give you a call before I attend a cocktail reception or any event of that sort.” Rayna patted Jessica’s shoulder before adding seriously, “My safety is in your hands.”

Jessica grunted in affirmation.

Then, she scrutinized Rayna from head to toe before asking hesitantly, “Did you…”

“No!” The latter hurriedly dismissed her friend’s wild imagination.

Though it was wrong of Curtis to deceive her, Rayna firmly believed he was not one to take advantage of somebody’s misfortune.

In addition to the discomfort in her chest, Rayna had not had a proper rest from her hectic period at work of late. Thus, she sent her assistant a message, informing the latter that she would not be going in to work for the next couple of days.