Chapter 322 What Should I Do With You

"You have an appointment?" said Jackson slowly, looking at Hester with an unreadable expression. The air around him was oppressed.

Did she has an appointment with Terence? Didn't he make troubles for them directly that day?

Hester's heart skipped a beat and her hand was a little wet. She had been hiding from him for a long time, but was still caught on the spot. How should she get away!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. I really have something to do tonight, so I can't go to the dinner party with you."

"Well, in that case, I won't force you. You can just go and do your own thing."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Jackson's eyes. He raised his hand and touched her head. He had never been so calm before. The soft touch of his hand made him drunk.

Hester felt a sudden sense of guilt at his words. He treated her so well, but she just kept a distance from him because of those gossips. It was really inappropriate.

"But only this time!"

Jackson gazed at Hester and noticed the upset look on her face. He wore a gentle smile on his face as usual, and the sparkling light almost drowned people.

"Pack your stuff up. You're about to get off work."

As Jackson came to talk to her before she got off work, Hester was in a bad mental condition. Jackson treated her so well, but she lied to him. It was really unreasonable.

She walked on the road with a depressed look on her face. Before she knew it, she had arrived at the gate of the villa. She saw the car which had not been driven to the garage and the vigorous and dignified expression of Terence.

She raised her hands and gently patted her cheeks, trying to put all those messy thoughts out of her mind. Since she had decided to ease the relationship between them today, she had to concentrate on doing it.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Hester stood at the door of the study, took a deep breath, and knocked at the door, holding a cup of steaming co

is pocket and leaned against the window leisurely.

"From now on, don't pack up my things on the table. There are too many things. I'm already used to looking for them myself."

"Okay!" Hester's all reactions were merely a subconscious response. She didn't know what he had said. She just hoped that time could go faster, so that she wouldn't suffer any more.

As she lowered her head, a light flashed across his eyes. Tapping the window with his slender fingers, he didn't know how to comfort her.

She could showed up in the study tonight, which was a qualitative leap for their relationship. Unfortunately, he was almost driven crazy by that scheme, and had no interest in it.

"Don't think too much. It's just a habit of mine."

Hester nodded, at a loss. When she pushed the door open and entered the room, she had dispelled the impulse in her heart. Instead, she became a little flustered.

"I'll leave you be."

Then she hurried away before he could reply. Her ears were flushed with shyness and she moved quickly.

Terence heard a sound, and no trace of her was found in the study. With these thoughts in his mind, he pursed the corners of his mouth and put his hand at the position of his heart to feel the heartbeats.

"Hester, what should I do with you?"