CHAPTER 117: CHAPTER 117: THE LIPSTICK STAIN SHE LEFT ON LORD FITZGERALD’S SHIRT

This incident came quite suddenly, not only to her but even Jasper Fitzgerald didn’t have time to react.

He acted on instinct, raising his hand to protect the person beside him.

"Sorry, Lord Fitzgerald, the car from the opposite side suddenly dashed out, scared me..."

Nash Spencer, still shaken, tried to explain.

Before he finished speaking, his throat was choked by the scene reflected in the rearview mirror.

The view in the back seat was really too stimulating...

There was Sabrina Hayes, almost half-slumped in the back seat, her delicate body nestled against the chest of Lord Fitzgerald in a close posture, with one of her hands resting on his thigh.

And his lord, who usually kept his distance from women, had his palm supporting her waist in a completely protective manner.

This position...

Could not be more intimate.

Nash Spencer: ???

What was the situation?

How did it end up like this in the blink of an eye?

Following him all these years, this was the first time he witnessed a woman getting so close to him continuously.

Sabrina was even more bewildered than Nash Spencer.

She never dreamed such an embarrassing thing would happen.

Despite the suddenness, the contact with Jasper Fitzgerald was undeniably real...

At such close proximity, she could almost feel the warmth of his body, the sound of his heartbeat, and the gentle warm breath falling onto her ear.

That familiar scent of cedar overwhelmed her senses.

Of course, that wasn’t even the most crucial part.

The most suffocating part was her entire face bumping against the space between his collarbone and neck, with her hand still pressing on his thigh.

Through the fabric of his trousers, she felt the tension in his leg.

Sabrina: "..."

Sabrina: "..."

Sabrina: "..."

Can someone rescue her???

Just as she blushed with embarrassment, a low male voice suddenly came from above her head, "Are you hurt?"

As he spoke, he gently lifted her body and quickly released her.

Awkwardly, Sabrina replied, "No... What about you? When I bumped into you earlier, it was quite forceful, did it hurt?"

Jasper Fitzgerald shook his head, his tone relaxed though his voice seemed to have a barely noticeable rasp, "No, you’re not heavy."

The impact just now was indeed strong.

But her body was very light, not feeling much weight, so naturally he didn’t feel any pain.

Sabrina was about to breathe a sigh of relief when unexpectedly she noticed the lipstick stain on the man’s shirt.

It must have rubbed off when she bumped into him.

Her panic flared again, "Sorry, for dirtying your clothes, I... I... I’ll clean it up right away."

Busily, she rummaged through her bag for a wet wipe and began to clean it.

The fabric of Jasper Fitzgerald’s shirt was of excellent quality, clearly custom-made and expensive.

However, no matter how pricey the clothes were, it didn’t mean lipstick stains were easy to clean.

After some effort, the stain didn’t clean off; instead, it became even more smudged, looking downright awful.

Sabrina truly wanted to facepalm.

Why was she always so embarrassed in front of Mr. Fitzgerald?

Desperately, she suggested, "How about... I compensate you with a new one?"

Jasper Fitzgerald glanced at the red stain on his shirt, his eyes darkening slightly, casually said, "It’s nothing, just a shirt. No need to compensate, just put your seatbelt on to avoid what happened earlier again..."

Upon saying this, he glanced coolly at the front seat, locking eyes with Nash Spencer in the rearview mirror, and continued, "Keep your eyes on the road, or do you want another accident?"

Nash Spencer perked up immediately, "No, no more."

Yet the turmoil in his heart hadn’t ceased.

The man who used to be intolerable of even minor stains on his clothes didn’t mind getting lipstick on them now.

Maybe he was just hallucinating?

Later, the car steadily arrived at Sabrina Hayes’ residence.

After a brief farewell, she left without looking back.

Jasper Fitzgerald watched her retreating figure, a subtle smile flickered in his eyes and he soon headed home.

Once home, he promptly changed out of his clothes.

Even though the lipstick stain had spread a small patch due to the wet wipe, the lip mark was still distinctly visible.

Looking at it for a few seconds, he casually hung it up with a hanger and paid no further attention to it.

...

It wasn’t until Sabrina Hayes entered her home that the feeling of embarrassment completely dissipated.

Galina Young and Nanny Warren were cooking.

Zara was feeding Flash a sausage, speaking in a sweet voice, "You’re awesome, this is your reward..."

"Woof, woof~"

Flash barked twice, seemingly responding, then continued eating happily.

Seeing this, Sabrina walked over and asked, "What good deed did Flash do again?"

Galina Young was just coming out with a dish and responded, "Flash was a hero today. I was cooking fish in the kitchen earlier and forgot to turn off the heat, the water boiled dry. It was Flash who noticed something was wrong, dragged at my pants, and barked until a disaster was averted."

Speaking of this, she still felt a little scared, came over to pat Flash’s head, saying, "This little fellow was a hero today, it must be given an extra treat tonight!"

Sabrina realized and immediately praised Flash, "Well done, you’ll get extra beef as a reward tonight."

Upon hearing this, Flash’s eyes lit up vivaciously, his short tail almost blurred from wagging, and he pushed himself against her with all his might.

"Wow, really understands, huh? Is this little guy about to become an elf?"

Charles Hayes saw this scene and laughed along.

That night, the whole family plus the little dog had a wonderful dinner full of joy and harmony.

Afterwards, the elders played with Zara.

Sabrina, meanwhile, was browsing for men’s shirts.

No matter what, she had to compensate Mr. Fitzgerald with one, or she wouldn’t feel at ease.

But before she could finish choosing, her phone received an anonymous message.

Someone sent her a few pictures.

It was the scene of Jordan Hawthorne and Brooke Sinclairs embracing.

The photo background was still at Hawthorne Manor.

She couldn’t be more familiar with that sofa and setting.

With just one look, Sabrina felt the irony.

That man acted flawlessly outside, but played so freely at home.

Though in the photos the man was turned mostly away, his expression unclear, Brooke’s face was overflowing with an expression foretelling the things about to happen.

Sabrina suddenly became spirited.

Who sent this photo?

Was it out of goodwill or malice?

But regardless, it could very well be one of the pieces of evidence for her divorce!

Sabrina quickly saved each one.

...

Over at The Sinclair Family.

Brooke just got off work in the evening when she received a call from her parents asking her to come home for dinner.

The dishes on the dining table were very rich, however, after eating a few bites, Mr. Sinclairs opened up, "You’ve been back in the country for months now, why haven’t you won over Jordan yet? It’s just a Sabrina Hayes, and it’s difficult for you? Hurry up and find a way to establish a relationship with him!"

Mrs. Sinclairs chimed in, "Jordan doesn’t love Sabrina Hayes, getting rid of her should be easy, right? Why is it taking so long, did you run into some difficulties?"

Brooke didn’t answer, feeling somewhat agitated internally.

Initially, she thought the same, believing winning over Jordan Hawthorne was a matter of course.

Yet now Sabrina Hayes pressured for divorce multiple times but he was unwilling.

She also couldn’t quite understand Jordan Hawthorne’s thoughts.

He clearly said he didn’t love Sabrina Hayes, why wouldn’t he agree to divorce?

"Mom and Dad, Jordan and I are just one step away, once the relationship is solidified, everything will follow naturally.

But I need some support... The reason he keeps postponing divorce is largely due to Zara’s custody.

So, this matter might need to start with Florence Scott and Jonathan Hawthorne."