Chapter 268
Chapter 268 He Wants to Have Her
Jakson was very handsome. Especially when he restrained the hostility on his face, he stood out from the crowd.
Cynthia looked at him and was unimpressed. There were too many outstanding men around her. Alston's face was impeccable. Lorenz was very handsome and noble. Lucien was bright and sunny. And Cain looked virile. She had seen a lot and formed an immunity to men's faces.
"Is there anything else?" She looked calm, without a trace of shyness on her face.
Jakson was stunned for a moment. Then he gave a wry smile. People always said he had a good appearance. As long as he pulled off his straight face, girls would chase after him one after another. Now it seemed their opinion was not very accurate. At least Cynthia was unmoved!
"This medicine can't be taken on an empty stomach. I haven't eaten anything since this morning. I'm afraid it will lead to some adverse reactions!" He pointed to the medicine on the table and said in a low voice.
Cynthia nodded approvingly. She took out her mobile phone and said, "How about I order you a takeaway?"
Jakson looked at his bloody wound with a wry smile. Then he looked at her with a pitiful look. "No. I would have ordered it if I could. But I'm afraid the delivery man will be scared and call the police when he sees me like this."
Cynthia was a little troubled. It was already eleven o'clock. If she didn't go back, Greg and the others would worry about her.
"Please help me one more time. I remember I have some food in the refrigerator. Could you make a sandwich for me? Please! I will repay you when I recover."
Jakson said in a pitiful tone. Cynthia let out a sign. "Alright!"
In fact, it wouldn't take much time to make a sandwich.
Cynthia walked towards the kitchen. It was a large open room. The kitchen was designed in the style of a bar counter. All kitchen utensils were available, but they all looked brand new as if they had never been used.
Jakson said embarrassedly, "Although I can cook, I don't have much time. So I barely use these after I bought them."
Cynthia was not surprised. She knew he didn't cook a lot by his appearance.
"Let me see what you have in the refrigerator. I hope you're not picky about food."
When she opened the refrigerator, it was empty as if it had been robbed. There were two eggs on the door and a handful of lettuce inside, which was a little wilted.
All of them could only make a sandwich.
With Jakson's hint, Cynthia finally found several pieces of toast, two eggs, and a handful of wilted lettuce.
After thinking about it, she quickly heated up the toast and fried eggs in the pan.
In about ten minutes, a sandwich was ready.
She brought the sandwich to the table. As it was too hot, her fingertips were red. She stamped and pinched her ears, which made Jakson burst out laughing.
For many years, he had not smiled so happily. Since his mother died, no one had made him feel so warm.
"Here. Take it." Cynthia hurried back to the kitchen again while saying this.
Jakson's eyes were moistened by the sandwich in front of him. He couldn't help but gulp down the sandwich. Although there were not many ingredients in it and it tasted very bland, the sense of hunger was quickly relieved.
He ate very quickly and finished it in a few minutes.
Then he leaned languidly on the sofa. His eyes were attracted by the woman being busy in the kitchen. This scene overlapped with his childhood memory.
He struggled to survive every day and seldom recalled the past. Looking back now, his previous memories were blurred. He only remembered when he was a child, his family was very poor. His mother was wearing apron and was busy around the kitchen all day long. He followed behind her and drooled over the prepared meals.
Since he became wealthy, many people scrambled to invite him for meals every day. He began to get tired of
those delicacies and didn't have a good appetite no matter how delicious they were.
When he was a child, it was a luxury to eat a sandwich every day at home. The taste was lost in his memory, but he remembered it was delicious, just like the sandwich in front of him.
It was simple and bland but made him very satisfied and happy in his heart.
"Alston, you're so lucky to marry such a great woman."
Thinking of this, Jakson's face remained calm, but his eyes became eager. He wanted to have this woman. His whole body started to boil and all the organs in his body were urging him to let this woman stay by his side.
A few days ago, he heard Alston was missing and hadn't been found yet. If Alston would never come back, maybe Cynthia could marry someone else.
Jakson's eyes deepened and a trace of sternness appeared on his face.
Cynthia came over with warm water. Seeing there was nothing left on the table, she was stunned for a moment. "Wow! You eat so fast."
"Well, I'm used to it. After my parents died, I was sent to an orphanage. A group of children robbed food during the meal. I'm used to eating quickly so I can eat more." Jakson smiled heartily as if he was talking about other people.
Cynthia didn't know what to say. She knew he had a story. His childhood was even more miserable than hers.
Maybe that was why he turned himself into a cruel and heartless man.
"I just boiled some water for you. Take the medicine in 30 minutes. It's getting late. I have to go home. My family may be worried about me."
After Cynthia finished speaking, she was about to run out. After taking several steps, a coat was thrown. toward her and covered her head.
She was stunned and looked at Jakson inexplicably. "Why did you give me the coat?"
Jakson smiled. "Your clothes are covered with blood. It will scare the passers-by at midnight."
Cynthia didn't notice it before his words. She looked down at her clothes. As the suit was black, the blood stains were not conspicuous. But there were many blood marks on the white shirt. These were stained while she dealt with the wound for Jakson and it looked dreadful at first glance.
"It's really a bit scary. Thank you, I'll let someone wash it and send it to you when I go back." Then Cynthia left with the coat covering her shirt.
When the door was closed, the whole room was filled with silence and coldness again. Jakson's smile faded.
He let out a deep sigh when looking at the tableware that had not been put away.
If it weren't for the tableware, he would have thought the scene just now was his illusion.
He stroked the beautiful bow tie wrapped around his abdomen, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
Cynthia had just left the door. When the wind blew, she gave a shudder and prepared to take the elevator.
The door of the next house was slightly opened. A phone was stretched out and someone took several photos at her back and Jakson's room. "Cherry, it's so late. You can't go out. Why are you getting more depraved? Look at what you're wearing. You dress like a stripper..."
Jane's piercing voice sounded behind her. Cherry quickly closed the door and turned to look at her expressionlessly. "I'm not going out today."
She had heavy makeup on her face, bold red lips, and a short suspender skirt with silver sequins. She looked like a prostitute, who was wildly different from her previous image.
Jane was still scolding. When she heard this answer, she was taken aback for a moment. "Why? You don't listen to me before."
Cherry shook her phone and smiled excitedly. "Mom, I just took several interesting photos."
"What? I don't care about those sh*t. Stop hanging out with your cronies. Get in touch with your besties before. Only they can help you return to our circle and introduce some good men to you. Your those friends now are all greedy for your money."
When Jane started rambling again, Cherry's face was full of impatience. "Alright. Stop! I've heard enough.
Our group is gone. It's taken over by Henry. Even our house is gone. We can only live in this kind of district. No people in the upper class would admit us. I can't squeeze in that circle anymore. Even if I'm in, they will only laugh at me! Can you stop being immersed in the glory of the past? Look at our current house. Look at where we are!"