Chapter 22
Jasper hadn’t expected Jonah, who had never shown interest in women, to protect Tara se resolutely.
Just then, Soren walked over from elsewhere. He casually draped his amover Lance’s broad shoulders and picked up on the tense atmosphere. He had just arrived and wasn’t sure what had happened, but it seemed like things weren’t going well
“Why is everyone so quiet? Drinkcup, drinkup,” Sojen said, singing them to drink.
In the villa’s back garden, the heiresses–all donned in luxury brands nibbled on delicate pastries while exchanging high–society gossip
Tara gazed at the distant sunset, its glow painting her in breathtaking boes.
She finally got a chance to rest for a while. Although she had been busy all day, she could clearly feel the eyes of many heirs on her. She couldn’t avoid it, but she certainly didn’t want to be in front of those belts again.
Fortunately, Stella and tailey had wanted to swap areas with her. It was like the perfect opportunity had presented itself, so she took up their offers without besitation. Thus, she was able to have a rare moment of peace.
Damess soon replaced the evening clouds. Exhausted after a long day, Tara only wanted to shower and collapse into bed.
She pushed the cart around a comer, and the momentum caused it to veer slightly to the right. A cake server tumbled out, the crisp sound echoing across the vast
he was about to bend down to pick it up, but someone reached out from behind her a
rand retrieved it first
Startled, Tara straightened herself and tumed around. The man wore a tailored sutt, his gentle handsomeness reminiscent of Shawn’s refined elegance. The man smiled warmly. “Here you go.”
Tata took the cake server. “Thank you.” She placed it back on the car’s storage rack. It had fallen to the flour, so she set it aside for now.
The man extended his hand politely. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Jasper Walker
Tara–couldn’t recall this name from the novel. So, she figured that he was probably a minor character. Nevertheless, she thought it best to be cautious.
None of the story’s leads or side characters were purely good. All of them had dark sides, especially men like him.
His attire, demeanor, and presence at the gathering marked him as wealthy and influential. It he wasn’t a lead, he was at least a notable supporting character Tara offered an apologetic smile. “Mr. Walker, my hands are rough from work, so let’s slip the handshake.”
Jesper clearly hadn’t expected this humble refusal, After a pause, he resumed his gentlemanly demeanor. “Don’t say that. There’s no shame in honest labor,” he said as he withdrew his hand
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Tara nodded styly. “I should get back to work. Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Walker.’ Sering that she was about to leave with the cart, Jasper stepped closer. “Could I have your number?”
Tata halted, surprised that he would actually ask for her number. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Dakley forbids us from exchanging contacts with Her second rejection caught him off guard. Jasper studied her intently and thought that her face was truly peerless.
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Although she was highly wary of him, Tara took care not to offend him. After speaking, she quickened her pace and moved away from him. This time, Jasper didn’t stop her. He simply watched her leave with the cart until she was out of sight,
He had thought that winning over Tara would be easy. Instead, he found himself facing une dejection after another. Later, Jasper asked Soren if the rule about housekeepers not being allowed to share their contact information with Although soren was known for his rebellious nature, he was smart and had high emotional intelligence, allowing him to respond swiftly and sharply when asked
guests was true.
“That’s right.” He then teased, “W
“What’s the matter? Have you taken a liking to one of our housekeepers?”
“So what it have? Your rules stand in the way,” Jasper said helplessly.
Soren patted his shoulder and comforted, “You’re the legendary heartthrob, Jasper Walker. Just go find another woman.
rushed, he spotted Clyde from the comer of his eyes. With one hand in his pocket, he started walking toward the latter. “Mr. Orville, where are you off to?” Jasper calmly watched as Soren walked away, as if the earlier frustration had been nothing but a tigment of the imagination.
