Novel Palace
A Rose 443
A Rose 443
Stanley wondered when Nancy and Jacob had met–and why they seemed so close.
Nancy let Jacob guide her away, their fingers locked together, her face turning a deep shade of red.
They were holding hands…
But before Nancy could fully enjoy the moment, the memory of that day outside the booth with Collin hit her like a ton of bricks.
Jacob only saw her as sweet and treated her like a little sister. The thrill she’d just felt evaporated in an instant, and she wrenched her hand free from his grasp.
She had no intention of being his “sweet little sister“!
“Don’t you want to go back to the room?” Jacob’s voice was tender, his misunderstanding clear. “How about I take you home instead?”
Nancy turned her face away, her voice cold. “No, Mr. Murray. I can get home by myself.”
Ugh, he realized she was still mad at him.
Jacob removed his gold–rimmed glasses, rubbing his brows with a sigh. As he leaned in close toward her, his voice took on a warm, indulgent tone. “Nance, what’s got you worked up this time?”
With his glasses on, Jacob seemed reserved and polished, but without them, he exuded a more assertive, confident energy.
They were so close now…
Nancy’s heart pounded as she met his intense, gentle gaze. Her thoughts were spinning out of control. She already had feelings for him, and now he was being so tender? That was downright unfair! How was she supposed to stay mad at him like this?
Seeing her anger fade, Jacob gently patted her head and spoke softly, trying to calm her down, “Nance, was wrong. Can I apologize? Please don’t stay angry…”
He wasn’t sure what he’d done to upset her, but he figured apologizing was a good start.
The moment the words left his lips, Nancy snapped out of her daze, her frustration building. She was even angrier now. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
“You don’t even know what you did wrong! You’re just dismissing me!”
Jacob hadn’t expected his apology to make things worse, and he was at a loss for words.
“I hate you!”
Nancy yanked her hand away and stormed off. Jacob felt a headache coming on–how had his attempt to make things right only made them worse? He quickly followed, trying to catch up.
But just then, a mocking voice cut through the tension. “This is priceless.”
Wilson, standing a short distance away, wore a lazy smirk. He was clearly enjoying the spectacle.
“Jacob, looks like you’re having a rough day.”
It was rare to see Jacob, usually so in control, getting put in his place like this. Wilson found it deliciously satisfying.
Samuel, nearby, almost burst into laughter. Wilson’s gloating was too blatant to ignore.
Jacob’s face darkened immediately. “Get lost! Who do you think you are?”
Jacob wasn’t surprised to see Wilson. This was the top restaurant in Jubilife City, a favorite for the elite to do business and socialize.
Wilson’s devilish eyes glinted with even more amusement. “Jacob, didn’t quite manage to cheer her up, did you? Want me to give you a few pointers?”
For a brief moment, Jacob was tempted. But then he remembered how Wilson had used these same tricks to win over Yvette, and his fists itched to knock that smug grin off his face.