Chapter 280 It's Not Just That
She was baffled.
She'd worked with Jeffery for years but had never seen him like this.
Jeffery stayed silent, put Pearl in the back seat, and drove off without a glance back.
Barbara watched him leave, sadness in her eyes. Had he really become so indifferent to death?
But she couldn't just let him throw his life away.
Barbara clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and then casually played with her red hair as if nothing had happened.
She got in her car and left too.
Jeffery drove Pearl straight home.
Not knowing the code to her place, he took her to his own.
He laid her on the sofa, checked she was okay, and then sat beside her, waiting.
His eyes were fixed on Pearl's face, deep in thought. His bandaged arm was still visible.
He just waited.
About an hour later, Pearl woke up.
Her neck hurt sharply.
She remembered someone hitting her in the taxi.
Pearl panicked and woke up fully.
"You're awake," Jeffery said, noticing her reaction.
Seeing Jeffery, Pearl instinctively jumped up, moving back and eyeing him warily. "What do you want?"
She'd always been cautious around Jeffery.
Pearl couldn't help but suspect Jeffery and Barbara were in cahoots.
Seeing her suspicion, Jeffery's eyes showed a hint of sadness. "It's okay now, you're safe."
Pearl looked around, realizing she was in a room similar to her apartment, likely Jeffery's place next door.
"I didn't know your code, so I brought you here."
Jeffery's room was simple.
Everything was white, and it smelled of disinfectant.
She looked at Jeffery suspiciously. "Why am I here? I was in a taxi with a female driver. What's your connection to her?"
Jeffery didn't want to answer, knowing it wouldn't help.
He wanted their relationship to be pure, without suspicion.
The best way was telling the truth or tell nothing.
Jeffery smiled gently. "I brought you back. You're safe now, relax."
Pearl couldn't relax. "You still haven't answered. What's your connection to her? It's too coincident, why were you there when I was in the taxi?
These questions couldn't be ignored.
It was hard not to suspect Jeffery had ulterior motives.
Though she had her suspicions, she didn't want to think badly of Barbara and kept quiet.
But now, she couldn't tolerate it.
Jeffery touched the cross bracelet on his wrist. "I followed you. You just didn't notice."
"Is that all?" Pearl asked.
Jeffery met her eyes calmly. "Not just that."
Pearl looked into his eyes, which showed no ill intentions, trying to see if he was trustworthy.
She wasn't hurt, after all.
But Jeffery wasn't simple. She was right to be cautious. "You know that driver, don't you? She wanted to hurt me, and you saved me. How do I know you're not just putting on a show?"
Jeffery lowered his eyes and simply said, "I won't hurt you."
Pearl stood up, putting some distance between them. "I'm not sure I can trust you. You don't seem entirely innocent. Let's keep our distance."
She didn't want to get too close, prioritizing her safety.
Jeffery gave a bitter smile and handed her a basket of strawberries. "These are the strawberries you like. I just picked them today. Take them."
Pearl refused and stepped back. "Thanks, but no!"
She quickly walked out, her palms sweating.
Just a moment ago, she wondered if Jeffery was pretending and might want to harm her. Anything was possible.
Now she was thinking about moving out.
Living next door to him might be dangerous.
She couldn't risk it.
She hurried away as if he were a virus.
Jeffery was left alone, the basket of strawberries still in his hand.
He looked at the fresh strawberries for a while, then threw them in the trash.
If Pearl didn't want them, he didn't either.
Pearl returned home, locked the door, and leaned against it, still shaken.
She kept thinking, 'Why did that female driver do that? Or was someone already trying to harm me?'
She couldn't figure it out.
She needed to be more careful when going out.
In a dimly lit room, Donald Thomas slapped Barbara hard across the face.
"You can't even complete a simple task. What's the use of you?"
Barbara's face swelled, and blood trickled from her mouth. She clenched her fists, enduring the pain, and knelt on one knee. "There were too many people on the road today. Give me some time, and I'll catch her and explain to the boss."
Donald, in his forties, clad in a black suit, with a scar on his left cheek, gazed coldly at Barbara. "Barbara, you used to complete any task given to you."
His words were filled with suspicion. Barbara kept her head down, her face pale. "Give me a week, and I'll get it done!"
Donald remained suspicious. "Where's Jeffery? What's he doing? Weren't you two together? Why hasn't he reported in?"
Barbara lied. "He's been busy with surgeries. I planned to catch Pearl and then tell him, so I didn't have time to inform him."
"He's quite busy," Donald said. "The boss will be released soon. You won't have it so easy then."
"When will the boss be out?" Barbara asked.
"In a while."
Barbara asked again, "Do we need to meet him?"
"No need," Donald said. "He'll see you when he wants to."
Barbara never lifted her head. "Alright, before the boss comes out, we'll give him a satisfactory answer!"
"I believe you this time," Donald said sharply. "Don't fail again. If you can't catch Pearl next time, I won't be able to protect you!"
Barbara's forehead was sweating. "Yes!"
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