Chapter 135 It's None Of Your Business
Anderson glanced at her blandly.
"Oh? What did she say?"
"She said that..." Gabriela hesitated, "Auntie was not as good as a child in kindergarten, and her eyes and fingers were of no use. She also said that Auntie was arrogant..."
Chantel cried in grievance as she listened to that.
"Anderson, how could she say those words to me? Even if she doesn't respect the Jordan family, she should be polite to me because I brought you up uneasily. But see what she did to me!"
The more she talked, the more aggrieved she felt. Tears kept running down her cheeks.
Gabriela quickly took a tissue to wipe her tears and comforted her, "Auntie, don't be sad. If you cry like this, Anderson will feel distressed."
Chantel took the tissue and wiped her tears as she said, "Will he feel distressed about me? He has been bewitched by that b*tch. How could he care about me?"
Anderson paused, and pinched the place between his eyebrows with fingers.
"Aunt, tell me, what did you say to Clarissa?"
"I…"
Chantel suddenly didn't know what to say. She hesitated for a while and then braced herself to say, "I didn't say anything! You refuse to take her home all the time. I just went there and took a look with curiosity. What could I say to her?"
Anderson sneered mockingly, "Oh? Is that so?"
"Of... course!"
Chantel's expression was clearly guilty, and Anderson only felt it ridiculous.
"Alright. Aunt, you know what you've done. Since Clarissa has talked back to you, I won't care about it anymore. I have to work now. You can do as you like!"
When he finished speaking, he really sat in his own seat and ignored them.
Chantel was so angry that she wanted to say something more, but Gabriela pulled the hem of her clothes and stopped her.
Gabriela shook her head at her with a smile. Chantel suppressed the fury in her heart reluctantly and left angrily.
Although Chantel left, Gabriela was not in a rush to leave.
She stood there, wearing a light khaki cashmere skirt and black sheepskin boots. She looked graceful and fashionable.
Looking at Anderson's handsome but cold face behind the desk, she only felt that her heart was beating so fast uncontrollably.
Anderson finally raised his head impatiently, as if he knew that she was staring at him with keen eyes.
He stared at her with a pair of indifferent eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"
Gabriela was stunned.
Her skin was extremely white, but it was somewhat pale as if she was ill and weak. She forced a smile when she saw his cold eyes.
"Nothing. It has been a long time since I last saw you. I didn't expect you to have got married. Are you in a good relationship?"
Anderson's fingers which were holding the pen paused slightly, and he stared at her with brooding eyes.
He didn't refuse to answer this question and sneered slightly.
"Does it look like that we're not in a good relationship?"
Gabriela was speechless.
The atmosphere gradually became embarrassing.
She said stiffly, "It's pretty good. But Miss Chapman is hot-tempered, and Anne is still so young. I'm afraid that they can't get along well, and..."
"It's none of your business."
His voice was ruthless and aloof. Gabriela was shocked and looked at him in disbelief.
It's none of your business.
Did it mean that he wanted to cut off all his previous relationship with her?
Her eyes glistened with tears. After a long while, she said with difficulty, "Anderson, if you're still blaming me for leaving you five years ago, I apologize to you. But Anne is still a child and she is innocent. We shouldn't let her bear the consequence of our..."
"What are you talking about?"
Anderson frowned unpleasantly, and he looked at her with more impatient eyes.
"I mean, even if we have broken up, I watched Anne grow up. If she is not happy..."
"Miss Levine, I didn't expect that you have such a deep misunderstanding about our relationship!"
Anderson interrupted her without hesitation, as if he didn't want to hear her say those words that could only touch herself.
"We've never been together, so how could we break up? What's more, Anne is my daughter. An outsider can't judge whether she is happy or not!"
Gabriela didn't know what to say.
Her body froze. Anderson's cold face and heartless words pierced through her heart like a knife.
She had been loving him for many years, but she didn't expect that he would regard her as an outsider.
She shook her head, and tears ran down her face uncontrollably. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something more, but Anderson interrupted her impatiently.
"Alright, you can go out now!"
......
Finally, Gabriela ran out crying.
David happened to come in with documents and walked passed her. Seeing Gabriela covering her face and leaving, he touched his chest with lingering fear before entering the office.
"Mr. Jordan, did Ms Jordan and Miss Levine leave like that?"
Anderson raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.
"How's the situation at home?"
David was stunned, and then he reacted and quickly replied, "Pretty good. I called and asked Pattie just now. Pattie said that Mrs. Jordan ate well and slept well, and she even ate three bowls of rice at noon!"
Anderson frowned.
David thought that he was going to say something very serious, but he suddenly said, "How could she eat so much? Doesn't she know that she can't eat too much when she was sick?"
David was speechless.
Was there something wrong with Mr. Jordan's focus?
In the evening, Anderson returned to Estdal Manor.
Clarissa lay on the bed for a long time in the afternoon. After taking the medicine, she had felt better. She was bored at night and even cooked two dishes in person.
When Anderson returned home, he saw such a scene.
Clarissa had asked all the servants in the kitchen to go out. Dressed in casual clothes, she was standing there with an apron and stirring the soup in the pot with a spoon.
She scooped some soup and stretched her neck, as if she wanted to taste it. Half of her white neck was exposed under the warm yellow light, and a few strands of black hair fell on her shoulder, bouncing gently as she moved.
Anderson got a little obsessed with her beauty. He waved to let Pattie go out, and then walked to her quietly.
Clarissa cooked borscht. She felt that no matter what happened, it could not affect the mood of eating.
When she was about to taste it, she suddenly felt that someone was approaching her.
She thought it was a servant in the kitchen, so she didn't look back and said casually, "What time is it? If it's almost dinner time, serve the dishes. The soup is still a bit tasteless, and it should be cooked for a more while..."
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