Chapter 217 - To Give 2

"Are you in a bad mood today?" Arabella waved her hand generously. "In return for attending the banquet tonight with me for company, I'll give you a chance to ask me out to dinner."

When it came to eating, Jaquan suddenly remembered the scene of him beating eggs. Then, Emma came over and took the eggs in his hand. And then ... he was actually aroused. Although he felt sorry for Arabella when he recalled it, he didn't know if it was because he had abstained from sex for too long or for some other reason. At that moment, he longed to hug Emma.

After Emma kissed him when she was drunk, Jaquan felt that something had changed. He didn't know exactly what it was, but he just knew that something was different.

"What are you thinking?" Arabella snorted discontentedly. "You are distracted in my presence. Are you thinking women?"

Jaquan frankly admitted. "Yes."

Arabella immediately pointed at him with her index finger and said, "I'm warning you. Don't think about me secretly! Eyes on the road!"

Jaquan laughed. He didn't know if he was laughing at Arabella's narcissism or his craziness. Arabella was right in front of him, yet he was thinking about Emma. What was wrong with him?

After arriving at the banquet hall, Arabella strolled around with him as if he were an exhibit. Then, she chatted with a group of ladies of the upper class. Jaquan did not like to hear those women flaunted the considerable wealth. Sitting somewhere, he watched Arabella arrogantly raise her neck amongst the group of women with a perfect smile.

He lit a cigarette and smoke blurred his vision. He saw Emma standing in front of him in a trance. When he waved his hand to disperse the smoke, he only saw a completely unfamiliar woman passing by.

Jaquan found it absurd and laughed. Was he possessed? Why did he think any woman he saw like Emma?

Arabella brings a glass of red wine over and said in a flirtatious manner, "What do you think of the one in the pink dress over there?"

Jaquan looked up and swept his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"She likes you and asked me to inquire about your impression of her." Arabella laughed. "If you don't like her, I'll help you refuse her."

Things like this happened before. Arabella asked while knowing the answer. Maybe she was seeking for excitement. After he answered that he only liked her, she would just walked away happily.

Jaquan had been scolded by Randy many times before, but he had never carefully pondered over what he had done wrong. However, at this moment, Jaquan suddenly saw through everything. Hearing Arabella's question, he took a breath of cigarette before slowly replying while exhaling smoke. "Alright, help me get a number."

Arabella's face stiffened as expected, and then she smiled, "Don't bother. I won't be jealous."

Jaquan stubbed the cigarette out and walked straight to the woman in the pink dress. Then he asked, "May I have the honor to get your phone number?"

That woman naturally smiled gratefully at Arabella. Then, she quickly exchanged numbers with Jaquan and friended him on WeChat. After she succeeded, she smiled and commented how funny his profile photo was.

Jaquan's profile photo was the animated image of Tang Monk, a role in Journey to the West.

Jaquan hadn't looked up at Arabella from beginning to end, so he didn't know how Arabella managed to squeeze out a smile in response to the woman in the pink dress.

Jaquan looked at the new friend on WeChat. Her profile photo was a black cute kitten. He suddenly thought of Emma. In the guest house, she said that she didn't have a cell phone. He thought that she couldn't afford it. But when Collin brought the cell phone to her, she waved her hand and refused.

At first glance, he thought she was just an ordinary young single mother. But after coming into contact with her, he found Emma was filled with mystery.

On the way back, Arabella's expression was gloomy. She felt that Jaquan had deliberately done this to attract her attention, so she got it over and deliberately asked, "Vincent's birthday is coming. What are you going to give him?"

"Same as usual." Jaquan was a little tired and his voice was a little low.

Arabella listened and realized that Jaquan's voice was actually pretty attractive. He was much more handsome than ordinary people, with obvious double-fold eyelids and long eyelashes. Telling from his appearance, he could be considered one of City Y's top young geniuses.

Unfortunately, he was much inferior to Vincent.

Arabella asked again, "Do you know that Emily has gone back to the Britt's?"

"Yes."

"I heard that Vincent hasn't contacted her for several days."

"Yes."

Arabella noticed that Jaquan sounded not interested. She can't help but frown and look at him. Jaquan had really changed. He used to keep talking and changing topics, while she gave him the cold shoulder. Now, their roles had switched around.

Arabella failed to hold her tongue. "Vincent seems to have involved in a new relationship. Her name is Irene. She looks ordinary."

Jaquan said indifferently, "Yes."

"Jaquan, what do you mean? Are you unhappy that I ask you out, or that I mention Vincent?" Arabella said angrily.

"No, I'm a little tired." Jaquan looked at the road ahead. He used to like to look at her profile face when driving, but now, he had no interest.

Arabella stretches out her hand and said. "Give me your phone."

"What do you want?" Jaquan turned to glance at her. Arabella looked stunningly beautiful. Girls from wealthy families were somewhat arrogant, and she was no exception. Her eyes naturally lifted as she spoke, and she raised her chin with a somewhat arrogant expression. "Give it to me."

As she spoke, she reached out to take the phone from Jaquan's pocket.

Jaquan dodged sideways and said, "Don't move. I'm driving."

"Give it to me. I want to delete that shameless woman." Arabella retracted her hand, but she still looked in his direction.

After a few seconds, Jaquan finally figured out she was referring to the woman that he had friended on WeChat. "Why do you want to delete her?"

"You won't talk to her, so it saves her bothering you," Arabella said proudly. She wore lip gloss. Her lips looked beautiful under the dim lights in the car. However, Jaquan wasn't interested at this moment. Without looking at her, he said in a flat voice. "Don't delete her. I want to talk to her."

"Jaquan, did you do it on purpose?" Arabella glared at him.

"What do you mean?"

Arabella slapped him angrily. "You deliberately angered me!"

Jaquan suddenly laughed. In the past, he was willing to do anything to attract Arabella's attention, but her attention was always on Vincent. Today, he didn't know what was wrong with him. He didn't care about Arabella's emotions. He wanted to do whatever he wanted. Perhaps what Trevor said enlightened him, or perhaps his mood had been affected by Emma for many days. Seeing the red light, he stopped his car, turned to look at Arabella, and said in a horse and tired voice.

"You don't like me, so I have to find someone who likes me."