No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 227

The surprise in his reply really threw me off, and I was honestly shocked.

Jefferson always treated me like a little sister, cracking jokes here and there, but never crossing the line.

Today's joke, though, seemed a tad too much.

Grant looked at me, eyes wide with surprise, as if he was trying to read the situation.

Jefferson walked up to me, ignoring Grant, and simply said, "Let's go inside."

I gave Grant a nod and followed Jefferson out. As we were leaving, I caught Grant opening his mouth and reaching out, like he wanted to say something or perhaps keep me from leaving.

"Jefferson said that to scare off my admirers, didn't he?" I guessed his intention after a brief moment of thought.

"Yeah, that guy looked all over the place, not a good fit," Jefferson's assessment of Grant made me burst into laughter.

He glanced at me with a side-eye, "I have a good eye for people, trust me, keep your distance from him."

"Sure," I said, laughing along.

"I'm serious, don't take it as a joke," Jefferson emphasized again.

I nodded earnestly, "I'm serious too, no jokes. I'm not interested in someone like him."

"What type are you interested in then?" Jefferson asked directly.

As images of Ernest flickered through my mind, I responded, "Strong, with a cool exterior but a warm heart... and someone who can cook."

In all the years I was with Conrad, he never so much as boiled pasta for me.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He was the pampered prince of the household, never stepping foot in the kitchen, so his lack of culinary skills was understandable.

But ultimately, it showed he never really put his heart into it for me. If he had, he'd have made the effort.

Jefferson chuckled, "Your standards are pretty down-to-earth."

I looked down, observing our elongated shadows under the light, "In a lifetime, isn't it all about the simple things, like meals?" Jefferson smirked, "You've got a point."

As he finished speaking, we reached the elevator. He pressed the button, and we stepped inside.

The elevator mirrored my face, and also the way he looked at me, "So, have you found someone like that?"

I hesitated for two seconds before answering, "Yeah."

Jefferson pursed his lips, perhaps expecting me to say who it was or suggest meeting them, but he just smiled lightly, with no follow-up questions.

I thought, maybe he already knew.

"Jefferson, did you find out about that person? What's their name, got a picture?" I couldn't wait and asked before the elevator even stopped.

Jefferson, hands in his pockets, said, "You seem really curious about their identity."

"Yeah, a bit mysterious. Makes me want to dig deeper," I smiled, "You know me, always looking for the bottom of things."

"That's not always a good habit," Jefferson cautioned me.

I disagreed, "But I don't want to be clueless."

Jefferson shook his head.

Our conversation highlighted the different values Jefferson and I held.

But everyone's entitled to their own opinions, and there's no need to force anyone to change. I brought the conversation back on track, "So, what did you find out from your investigation?"

Just then, the elevator dinged, signaling our arrival.

He stepped forward to exit, and I reached out to stop him, but he just laughed, "Easy there, I'll tell you Let's go inside first, don't keep people waiting."

I frowned, suddenly on edge. "Who else is there?"

"You probably don't know them. I'll

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introduce you. It'll be beneficial for you in the long run," Jefferson patted my head, "Trust me, I wouldn't harm you."

I believed him and followed him into a private room.