Chapter 7: He's the Man I Fancy

"Eat the noodles first." He drew back and walked away, but it was an indirect agreement to my plea. In fact, I had little appetite, and eating noodles was just an excuse for him to stay. I ate the noodles in a lukewarm manner while watching him. A good-looking person with a good temperament, even if sitting quietly, was a pleasing sight to the eye. At this moment, Elias was sitting on the sofa without watching TV or reading a magazine but looking out the window in the distance and his side line was perfect. I was eating my noodles, but I felt thirsty. After finishing the noodles, I walked up to him and said, "Everything in the guest room is brand new and you can go sleep in there." He answered gently, looking at me with clear eyes, and then asked me, "Do you still feel dizzy?" The sudden concern actually touched me a little. Elias was not a pompous man and he was even stubborn sometimes. He would not give in a little even if he was tempted with a large sum of money as long as he was determined or he did not want to. However, this was one of the main reasons why I admired him. A man who could assert himself and hold his bottom line and principles in the face of temptation, was self-reliant, self-disciplined, and self-sufficient. What was a man of such character if not a treasure? He was a piece of beautiful jade, but now covered with ash and therefore not discovered. However, I was glad that I had found him first. "I'm fine." I smiled back at him in a particularly good mood. I sat next to him and he didn't reject me but just asked, "What were you doing there?" Wasn't that a knowing question? However, seeing that he pretended that he didn't care but actually pricked up his ears earnestly, I felt amused and wanted to tease him, "You tell me, what else could be the reason for going there at night?" Sure enough, his handsome face became sullen when he heard this. I laughed in my heart, but still continued to tease, "Why do you look like that? The club has the right to open, but we don't have the right to consume? Besides..." I drawled, "You were there too, weren't you?" He said word by word with a stern face, "I was there to work." "Coincidentally, I went there to spend money. If I didn't consume, how did you get paid?" "Jacqueline!" "I'm here." I rubbed my ears, "I'm not deaf and you don't have to be so loud, OK?" He breathed in and out, "I have a compelling reason for working there. As for you, you're a girl and you'll be targeted when you go there... Didn't you learn a lesson tonight? If I hadn't shown up, do you think you could have fought a man with your strength?" I said lightly, "Don't take me for a weak woman. I've at least learned some self-defense." "Oh, really?" He grabbed my wrist very quickly and pressed me against the sofa. I tried to move but he pressed even tighter. He grabbed my wrists with both hands and jammed my thighs together, looking down at me from above as his scent lingered tightly on me. I seemed a little dizzy again. "What are you doing?" Although my body could not move, I still said obdurately, "It's not impossible if you want me. Are you looking for a little excitement?" His eyes were dark, "Jacqueline, don't be quarrelsome. Do you think you can escape if another guy grabs you like I do?" He asked seriously and was indeed teaching me earnestly that girls must know how to protect themselves when they were outside. Why was he so cute? "You're right. If I was grabbed like this by someone else, I wouldn't be able to escape." I nodded my head seriously. He sighed slightly in relief. Now that both of us had calmed down, Elias' handsome face became even redder than a boiled shrimp when he saw how intimate the two of us were. He coughed lightly, got up, and wanted to leave. But as soon as he moved, I put my arms around his neck and brought him down. Because I did it in such a hurry, my lips met his. His lips were soft and a little warm and I closed my eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment. But the next moment, he fled on his hands and knees in a panic. The cold air hit me instantly. "It's already late. You should go to sleep." With that, he fled to the guest room. In the meantime, I heard a thud as if his head hit the door frame. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He was so cute! The next day, when I got up, Elias had already left. On the table was a bowl of congee, a soft-boiled egg, and a plate of side dishes. I thought for a while and dialed Elias' number. It took a long time before he picked up and he seemed a little busy. "When did you leave? Thanks for the breakfast, I enjoyed it." "Got it." He said, "I'm a little busy right now. I'll talk to you later." "Okay." I looked at the breakfast on the table and ate all of it. When I arrived at the office, Yvette made me a cup of black coffee as she usually did. I waved my hand, "Leave it there." Yvette was a little surprised, "Boss, don't you have to drink a cup of black coffee in the morning?" "Well," I turned on the computer and smiled at Yvette, "I have eaten breakfast this morning and I am not hungry now." Yvette was so smart that she could read a lot from my expression at once, "Boss, did you stay with Mr. Silva last night?" "Yes." I mumbled, "I was thinking that it would be nice to wake up and have someone prepare breakfast for me every day." After that day, I went to the clubhouse a few more times, twice with Iggy and the rest of the time by myself. Not for any other reason, but because Elias worked there. I asked the manager of the clubhouse and he told me that Elias was not a regular employee of the clubhouse but only a part-timer so that Elias' salary and benefits were much less than those of a regular employee, and it was easier for him to be bullied. This night, I had just stepped into the clubhouse when I saw a bunch of people gathered not far away. I caught a glimpse of Elias in the crowd. He was surrounded by the crowd. My eyes narrowed slightly and I walked up to him. A good-looking waiter pointed at Elias and said affirmatively, "Mr. Jenkins, it was Elias who stole it. I saw it with my own eyes and here is the proof, which I found in his bag." The manager took the bag, had a look at it, and turned to Elias, "Did you really steal it?" "No." He replied stiffly. "How dare you say no?" The waiter who accused him sneered, "I have even taken a video. If you don't believe me, Mr. Jenkins, please have a look." In the video, Elias was actually putting something into the bag. The manager saw that the guests' belongings were left and did not want to make too much of a mess, so he said to Elias, "We have rules in the club. For the sake that you have worked in earnest, I won't call the police today. You will leave after you get paid. Everyone, go back to work. What are you doing here?" "Mr. Jenkins!" the waiter said, unconvinced. "It's not quite right." I interrupted the furious waiter and walked up to them, "How can you assume he stole something when things haven't even been investigated yet? Besides, he has already denied it, do you not understand or do you not want to understand?" When the manager saw it was me, he said with a smile, "Ms. Thompson, what are you doing here? I'm sorry to let you see this mess." "Mr. Jenkins, don't talk about something else, just give him a chance to defend himself." I pointed at Elias as I said to the manager, "Don't you ever wrong a good person." "Well..." The manager smiled, "But the evidence..." "What evidence? It's just a blurry video." I held my arms around my chest and looked mockingly at the waiter who accused Elias, "Anyone can edit and make fake videos nowadays. This video only shows Elias putting something into his bag and it doesn't show that it's today, not to mention that it's easy to frame a person up." When I finished speaking, the waiter blushed but still refused to give up. He knew I was a customer who could not be offended and could only take his anger out on Elias. "He is a troublemaker. He had offended a rich girl a few days ago. He treated her with a cold face when she simply invited him for a drink. Mr. Jenkins, the rich girl said that she would never come here again." "So?" I looked at my freshly done manicure, "Is it directly related to your slandering him for stealing?" "I didn't slander him." "I don't care if you slander him or not." I glanced at the so-called personal items in the bag and snorted, "Is this it? Maybe you don't know, I am pursuing Mr. Silva. I have sent him luxury watches and sports cars, but he had not even bothered to look at them. He didn't even want the sports cars and watches that were sent to his door, why would he care about these things?" The manager's mouth was opened so wide that he could swallow an egg. The waiter was so aggrieved that he started babbling desperately, "You must have taken a fancy to him, that's why you helped him." "Yes." I admitted openly, "Not only do I fancy him, but I also want him to be my husband."