Chapter 28
After getting Jessica's number, Keith returned to his seat. He gazed at the number on his phone.
A girl next to him wanted to start a conversation with him, but Keith's cold face was saying no to her.
Keith was at a class party. But he was dragged here, not of his own free will. Everybody could see it.
Keith stared at the number on the phone for a while. He decided to send a message over.
To Keith's surprise, he received a call just after he sent it. He got up and left the bar to take the call.
"Hi, you haven't told me your name."
"I don't know you are hitting on girls in the club. Good for you."
Hearing the voice on the other side of the phone, Keith was thunderstruck. "Cousin Terry?"
Terry snorted, "You recognize me! Tell me, which girl are you hitting on?"
Then, Keith told Terry what had just happened in embarrassment. And he didn't forget to add in the end. "It's my first time asking for a girl's number."
But he never knew that the number he got was his own cousin's!
That could haunt him for a while.
On the other side of the line, Terry smiled. "What's her name?"
"I'm not sure. I just heard her friend call her Jess."
Jess...
Something moved in Terry's brown eyes. He said, "I am sorry. I'm afraid this crush thing is over."
"Why?"
Although he got the wrong number, Keith believed he could earn Jessica's heart as long as he didn't give up. How could Terry be so sure that it was over?
Keith's words gave Terry the giggles. Terry said word by word. "Remember. That girl will be my future wife. You had a crush on the wrong girl."
As soon as Terry finished speaking, he hung up the phone, regardless of how Keith would react.
Terry wondered why Jessica would give Keith his phone number.
Then he remembered that he once told Jessica that she could give his number to people who were pursuing her. After all, he was the top candidate.
So, did it mean that Jessica acquiesced in it?
Well, it was a good day for Terry.
Everything seemed more pleasing to Terry, even the person who had just bumped into his car. Terry didn't want to waste time here. He wanted to see Jessica.
So, when the driver nervously walked over to apologize, Terry said before the other party could speak. "Forget it, dude."
Then he got back into the Rolls—Royce and sped away. He made a U—turn at the next intersection.
He was on his way to see his future girlfriend.
It was still early when Jessica returned to the apartment. She was the only one in the elevator.
The elevator door opened just as she sent Hannah a message. Walking through a corridor that was more than ten meters long and turning right, Jessica saw Terry leaning against the wall at the door, waiting for her.
"Miss Hall, did you give my number to someone else?"
Jessica's heart skipped a beat. She quailed beneath Terry's alluring brown eyes, but she managed to look calm.
She smiled back. "Oh, there was just a young man who asked me for my number. I can't remember anyone else's number, so I gave him yours. I hope you wouldn't mind, Mr. Davison."
"Of course not. You remembered my number among all the others'. I would be so honored to do so."
For a moment, Jessica was at a loss for words.
She didn't expect Terry would think that way.
Terry then straightened up. "My number helped you, Miss Hall. I think, at least, I deserve a cup of coffee."
That was not too much to ask.
Jessica put her finger on the fingerprint scanner. With a beep, the door opened. Jessica walked in and changed into a pair of shoes. Then she took out the slippers that Caesar had worn once from the shoe cabinet. "One of my friends wore it once. You won't mind, will you?"