CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: IS HE REALLY THAT SCARY?

For Laura Quincy and Nina Pierce, this free trip to Siamara was quite an adventure full of surprises, though there were some unexpected events along the way, they returned home safely.

After returning, Laura’s state of mind changed a bit, she felt she needed some time to settle down, and she couldn’t keep thinking about that night in the Khorat hotel...

It was just an accident, after all, nothing happened between them...

She shook her head, determined to discard those improper thoughts. Although the first time is important for a woman, given what happened, she was only grateful she didn’t encounter any miscreants.

As they say, a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit. She really must be more careful in the future!

On Wednesday evening, Laura went to The Hawthorne Villa to make up for the lessons Little Mars missed over the weekend as agreed. Upon arrival, she was told that Little Mars was still at his grandparents’ house, so the servant led her to the third-floor study.

When Jason Hawthorne got home and saw Laura’s car parked in the yard, but didn’t see her inside, he couldn’t help but ask, "Where’s Miss Quincy?"

The servant respectfully replied, "Sir, Miss Quincy is in the third-floor study."

Jason didn’t say anything else and went straight upstairs. He had already called the old mansion earlier, and Twinkle was on his way back.

At this moment, the lingering sunset in the sky hadn’t fully disappeared, the orange afterglow just happened to touch the window, enveloping Laura, highlighting a kind of sacred beauty.

Her long curled lashes were like two small fans casting two shadows on her fair cheeks, her eyes focused intently on the book in her hands.

She seemed unaware of Jason’s arrival.

Noticing this, Jason was displeasure and let out a light "ahem."

"Pa!"

Startled, Laura dropped the book in her hands, clearly, she was so engrossed that she didn’t notice someone coming in.

Jason’s expression darkened. Was he that scary?

To the point of scaring her like this?

"Every book here is very expensive."

Laura paused in her motion of bending down to pick up the book. Did he mean to blame her for damaging his book?

"It’s fine, it didn’t get damaged."

Laura raised the book in her hand.

Jason approached, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Really?"

Laura nodded with an innocent expression, "Yeah."

The Demon King then remarked, "The paper of the book is so soft that falling on the ground will inevitably cause some damage, even if it’s not visible to the naked eye."

Unbelievable!

The Demon King was truly good at sophistry!

"What do you want?"

Laura was slightly annoyed, was he deliberately teasing her?

Jason’s long slender fingers slid across the neatly arranged bookshelves and then stopped, with his eyes slightly raised, he cast a light glance at her, "This is my territory, of course, I’m in charge."

"Uh..."

Laura rolled her eyes inwardly. What arrogance and conceit!

She then changed the topic and asked, "How long until Little Mars comes back?"

Jason raised an eyebrow, "Are you trying to deliberately avoid responsibility?"

Laura was choked silent for a moment, "Avoid responsibility for what? I haven’t done anything, there’s nothing to avoid."

Jason approached, staring closely at her, "Nothing, huh? Have you forgotten about the night before last in Khorat..."

He intentionally paused mid-sentence, embarrassing Laura, whose cheeks flushed crimson, "Hey! Why are you bringing up past events? I was the one who suffered, okay?"

Jason stared at her intensely, "Be my woman."

His proposal shocked Laura, making her look at him in disbelief. After a few seconds of wavering in her heart, she shook her head and refused.

"We’re both adults, there’s no need for anyone to take responsibility..."

Laura’s voice was tiny; she didn’t want their relationship to change because of that one night. If they were getting together only for that reason, she felt it was unnecessary.

Jason misunderstood, a sharpness flashing across his brow, "Adults?"

Laura nodded, "President Hawthorne, I just want to do my job well."

That "President Hawthorne" was a definitive way to clear any ambiguity in their relationship. She wasn’t the kind of woman to be sentimental, nor would she maintain a romantic relationship with someone she didn’t love just because of one night’s accident with a man who didn’t love her.

In her view, a relationship had to at least involve love to last, otherwise, how could it be enduring?

For her at this point in life, transient emotions that would dissipate like foam were no longer suitable...

She wanted simple happiness, not a profound, scarring breakup...

Jason assumed that she didn’t like him and was still attached to his nephew, which made him angrily say, "Since Miss Quincy feels it’s no big deal for adults to have these encounters, you shouldn’t mind it happening a few more times."

Laura looked at him in horror, "No! President Hawthorne, you misunderstood my meaning."

Jason snorted, "Misunderstood? What did I misunderstand about you?"

Laura bit her lip, thought for a few seconds before speaking softly, "What I want is a long-lasting and sincere love, which is something President Hawthorne, you can’t give me, so please, don’t provoke me, okay?"

Jason stared at her intently for a long time before he moved his gaze away.

Turned and left.

In that instant, Laura seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, yet also felt an intense sense of loss sweeping through her heart.

The words she spoke just now were a gamble, she knew she wouldn’t win, but the disappointment still flooded her heart...