Chapter 369 Admiration
So, like, in that moment, shouldn't it be the boyfriend swooping in to save the day? How come it was Adam, who’d been kinda ticked off at me lately?
"How'd you even know I was here?" I asked, totally confused.
"Someone tipped me off. You okay? Did you get hurt?" Adam asked, his tone all serious.
He wasn't exactly Mr. Friendly, but he was genuinely checking if I was hurt, so I let his attitude slide.
"Nah, just some verbal drama, no punches thrown," I replied.
"Did you come out on top or what?" He shot me a look, eyebrow raised.
"I'd say I had a slight win. But seriously, who told you I was here?" I pressed him.
"Is that really important to you? You knew the answer. It's Brad. He was handling stuff outside when he heard you were getting grilled. Couldn't get back right away, so he called me to keep an eye on you, worried you might get hurt." Adam frowned, looking all reluctant and annoyed. "He treats you like you're made of gold. I don't get what's so special about you."
I chuckled, looking down. As I thought, only Brad knew where I was. If it wasn't for Brad's request, Adam wouldn't have shown up.
Brad's the best. Even when he was far away and couldn't be here himself, he still made sure someone'd got my back. With a boyfriend who loved me this much, anything I did for him was totally worth it.
But it was weird. When stuff went down, Brad's first thought wasn't his own brother but Adam!
Brad used to avoid Adam like the plague. Why's he suddenly trusting him to help me? What changed his mind? Guys' friendships can be so random and hard to figure out.
Around seven in the evening, Brad burst into Crystal House. Seeing me calmly painting, he looked relieved. He loosened his tie, let out a big sigh, and plopped down on the stool next to me, grabbing my cup to chug some water.
"Tastes weird," Brad said, making a face as he put the cup back.
I glanced at the empty cup and felt a wave of disdain. Weird? But he drank it all.
It was already winter. Even in Regalia, it was pretty chilly. Yet, he was sweating, clearly anxious.
I told Brad everything Jenny had said.
After listening, Brad leaned against the rack beside him, pinching his brow in frustration, clearly hating Jenny's relentless meddling.
Being liked should be a happy thing, but for Brad, it had become a total headache.
We talked for a long time. Brad was seriously stressed about working with Jenny.
"Having a hot chick by your side all the time, catering to your every need, is like a dream come true—most guys would kill for that. Why do you look so bummed?" I teased, my words dripping with jealousy.
Brad gave me a look, pinched my chin, and lightly bit my lip. "If it's so great, how about I give the chance to you?"
I said, "Nah, I don't swing that way. You keep her."
Brad smirked, "If you don't want it, I want it even less. What's the point of keeping someone like Jenny around? She might scheme against me until there's nothing left. My sweet baby is the best; All day long, it's just painting and pure joy, no scheming, simple and easy-to-please."
Brad's words were basically calling me low-maintenance. I went to tug his ear; he dodged and laughed, pulling me into his arms. In less than three seconds, Brad's kiss had my legs turning to jelly.
As sweet as it was, both Brad and I knew Jenny wouldn't give up that easily. Who knew what tricks she had up her sleeve for the future?
I worried, and so did Brad. But guys tend to keep their worries to themselves. Only sometimes, when I woke up in the middle of the night, would I hear Brad sighing.
Professor Evans had been silent for two days; he didn't give Jenny an answer.
I once asked Professor Evans if he wasn't worried the client, would cause trouble because of this.
But Professor Evans responded confidently, "She has to have the ability to do that. I'm just trying to curb her arrogance."
I looked at Professor Evans with admiration.
Yeah, aside from the school, the Evans name alone allowed Professor Evans to be so bold.
Evans said, "When she can't take it anymore and comes to us, that's when we have the upper hand. Stay the course."
Professor Evans meant we should turn the tables and take control.
Sure enough, on Monday morning, Jenny couldn't stay calm.
Challenging Professor Evans was beyond her capability.
Jenny personally called Professor Evans, asking how the school had discussed the matter, as she urgently needed an office. Jenny's words were very official, pretending to be solely for the project's sake. But we all knew the truth; her words couldn't fool anyone.
Since the Taylor family sent her to oversee the project, it was inconceivable they wouldn't provide her with an office. As for working, if Jenny was dedicated, she could do so anywhere; Jenny's initial demands were merely excuses born of personal motives.
At that time, I was sitting at the desk to Professor Evans' left, grading our students' assignments. Professor Evans put the call on speaker, so I heard their conversation clearly.
Evans said, "Well, Mr. Pitt is a school teacher, holding significant teaching responsibilities and other roles, so he can't leave the school. This is already stipulated in the contract. After discussing your proposal, the school has decided to allocate a prime office space in the old campus to meet the needs of both parties, which also could fulfill your wish."
Jenny said, "Thank you, Professor Evans. Whether it's the old campus or the new one doesn't matter. The most important thing is that it's quiet. As long as it's quiet, it's fine."
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