BookToReadChapter 701 A Token of Gratitude If Mandy didn't get the hint now, she'd be downright foolish.
"Got it, thank you, sir. I'll find a chance to thank him later," she said, turning to leave.
The driver watched her walk away, muttering to himself, "Kids with a sense of gratitude like that are rare these days. Hey, wait, your cigarettes!" But it was too late-Mandy was already gone.
It was close to midnight.
Jasper, holding his jacket in one hand and a cigarette in the other, made his way downstairs.
Mandy glanced up and saw him approaching.
He didn't notice her, though.
She couldn't help but stare at him as he passed.
Jasper was tall, easily over six feet. His hair was slightly curled, styled back in a way that highlighted his sharp, clean-cut features.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn most men, this kind of hairstyle would have looked messy, but not on him. He carried an air of rebelliousness, the image of a carefree rogue.
It wasn't until he disappeared from her view that Mandy snapped out of it. She quickly followed him outside.
Just as Jasper was about to get into his car, a clear voice called out behind him, "Excuse me." He paused, phone in hand, and turned around, blowing out a thin stream of smoke.
His dark eyes landed on Mandy curiously.
Mandy gathered her courage and stepped forward. "I'm the staff you helped last tat Mystique. You left too quickly before I could thank you properly, so I cto thank you now." Jasper raised an eyebrow puzzledly. He had no memory of her at all.
Had I helped someone? Maybe, but it clearly wasn't important enough for him to remember.
"Yes, you probably don't remember, but that's okay. I do," Mandy said with a small smile.
Jasper didn't seem to care.
His phone call connected, and without giving her another glance, he turned and got into the car.
The driver shot a quick look at Mandy before driving off.
She stood there for a moment, feeling a bit disappointed at not getting a response, but she brushed it off and went back to work.
Jasper finished his call and leaned back in his seat to rest.
They soon arrived at the Weekleys Estate.
As Jasper got out of the car, the driver handed him a box of cigarettes. "Mr. Jasper." "What's this?" Jasper asked, glancing at the box.
"It's a token of gratitude from that girl," the driver explained.
"A token of gratitude?" Jasper's lips curled in amusement as he examined the box.
He recognized it was a carton of cigarettes, but the brand didn't ring a bell.
"Marlboro," he read aloud, chuckling. "I only like tobacco from abroad." Without hesitation, he handed it back to the driver.
"You can keep it," he said.
Then he walked into the villa without looking back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe was observing her from a small window.
A few things had happened since Violeta joined the tennis club.
Jasper, always the observer, had deline watched from the sidelines, taking in her graceful presence on the court. He'd also watched as she and Hayden grew closer. She is shining.
Violeta played in a tournament for the tennis club and brought back a trophy.
Jasper looked at the gleaming trophy, and his gaze slowly driftedet the window. Outside, Violeta was warming up with Kaylee.
Her pastel sportswear accentuated her vibrant energy.
From afar Jasper's dark eyes watched her through the small m window, the glass creating a quiet barrier between them.
"Violeta is really something, huh?" A female voice broke his focus. Jasper was startled. He quickly shifted his gaze away.
Nessie had somehow slipped in without him noticing.
"When did you get here?" he asked.
"I knocked earlier. Didn't you hear me?"
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