Chapter 417 Jeffery Was Quite Handsome
Chloe took the stairs on purpose, knowing Donovan and Francis would use the elevator. She didn't look back at the corner, worried Donovan might get suspicious. She didn't want him to know her situation, but she knew he'd find out eventually. Charles would tell him she worked at Stellar Corp, and they'd have her records.
When Donovan had Francis call her "Aunt Chloe," she felt relieved—they'd moved on. To avoid running into them, she jumped into a taxi as soon as she got outside.
"Where to, miss?" the driver asked.
"Anywhere," Chloe replied absentmindedly.
As she walked away, Chloe gazed out the window, her mind replaying a multitude of memories. Yet, she couldn't quite grasp what she hoped to achieve by reliving the past.
Meanwhile, Donovan strolled hand-in-hand with Francis, basking in the golden glow of the summer evening.
"Dad, are we eating at Grandpa's old university?" Francis asked.
"Yes," Donovan replied, clearly in a bad mood.
"Dad, do you like Aunt Chloe?" Francis asked, looking up at him.
"What?" Donovan responded, surprised."Dad, come on, stop pretending," Francis said, smirking as he glanced up at Donovan, "There are plenty of ladies who visit us often, like Paisley and Janet. But today is different. If you're thinking about getting married, you'd better let me know—I have to approve, you know!" Francis puffed out his chest, striking a pose as if to say, "I've got this covered."
"You're just a kid! Just make sure you don't spill food all over the table while you're at it!" Donovan chided, shaking his head.
Francis' shoulders slumped in disappointment, and he dropped his gaze.
Jeffery had booked a private room on the second floor of the Willowbrook Restaurant. He was already there, waiting for Donovan to arrive.
"Jeffery, sorry to keep you waiting," Donovan greeted.
"Mr. Blake, hello," Jeffery said, shaking Donovan's hand. Dressed in sportswear, Jeffery looked energetic and tall, almost like a basketball player.
"You're quite handsome," Donovan complimented.
"Thank you, Mr. Blake," Jeffery smiled, showing off his white teeth. He pulled out a chair for Donovan. "Please sit. I don't know what you like, so you order."
Donovan ordered a few dishes, considering Jeffery's tastes without being stingy.
While waiting, Francis asked, "Jeffery, are you good at basketball?"
Jeffery laughed, "Just average. If you want to play, I can teach you."
"Thanks! Maya said you can draw too. You're amazing," Francis praised.
"Good boy," Jeffery smiled, patting Francis's head.
Donovan, curious about Jeffery's love life, asked, "I heard you have someone you like. Have you won her over?"
He was particularly curious about what kind of woman could match up to someone like Jeffery. It was reminiscent of how people used to wonder what kind of woman could be worthy of Donovan back in the day.
"Don't listen to my mom; it's not certain yet. She's hard to win over," Jeffery replied, stroking Francis's hair.
"With your looks and charm, you'll win her over," Donovan said. He could see it clearly in Jeffery's eyes—an intense determination when it came to women. Jeffery exuded a unique blend of mature composure and youthful charm, making him exceptionally attractive.
Jeffery smiled, "Mr. Blake, don't tease me. The food's here; let's eat."
As Jeffery turned slightly to arrange the dishes, his gaze wandered outside the window. His seat was right next to the window, while Donovan was seated farther away.
Jeffery saw Chloe walking past Willowbrook Estates. It was just past seven, and the sky was still light. The setting sun stretched her shadow long and slender. Her long hair was braided, and her flowing dress fluttered behind her like a breeze, almost like a scene from a painting.
Jeffery couldn't help but smile.
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