Chapter 215

Chapter 215 Cannot Accept Being Betrayed Again

Eileen enjoyed a bowl of chicken and tomato stew while Jasper sat patiently by her side.

As for the matter discussed in the car, no one mentioned it again.

Perhaps we should just leave it at that.

Jasper asked, “Does it taste good?”

Eileen replied, “It’s okay… I… I’ll go back to my room to do my homework. Rest early. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Jasper watched her climb the stairs, holding a lighter in his hand, lost in thought.

Richard sensed the tension between the two and cautiously asked, “Did you have an argument with

Ms. Eileen, Mr. Jasper?”

Jasper crossed his left leg over his right and leaned back. “Eileen wanted my help dealing with those

reporters, but I didn’t agree. Am I not good enough for her? Our relationship is nothing to be ashamed

of.”

After considering it, Richard said, “Ms. Eileen may not be accustomed to receiving so much attention.

She tends to keep to herself and rarely interacts with others. Now… the entertainment reporters have

disturbed her, so it’s understandable that she’s anxious. If Ms. Eileen does marry into the Smith family

one day, she’ll have to get used to it sooner or later. It’s not necessarily a bad thing for her to adapt to

it.”

Once she graduates, she’s destined to become Mrs. Smith of Smith Corporation. In the future, she will

encounter even more media reporters. If she can’t handle it now, then in the future, she will only learn

to back down.

Richard seemed convinced by his own words and added, “Today, Old Mrs. Smith came to the mansion

looking for Ms. Eileen, saying she wanted to have some butternut squash oatmeal

A faint smile appeared on Jasper’s lips. “I can’t bear to let her cook She’s meant to enjoy life.”

After finishing her homework, Eileen memorized a few words and went to sleep.

The following morning arrived

Jasper buttoned his suit as he descended the stairs He didnt see anyone familiar at the

dining table. He scanned the coure hall but couldn’t find Eileen Wheir’s deen he asked

“Ms. Eileen left for school quite early today. She said she wanted to familiarize herself with the

examination venue.”

In the past, Eileen would always take her seat first, waiting for him to join her for a meal. Afterwards, he

would drop her off at school.

Jasper noticed Eileen trying to avoid him, feeling annoyed. It seemed that she was avoiding him

because of what happened yesterday.

He didn’t appreciate her acting this

way.

Early in the morning, just as the street vendors were setting up their stalls, Eileen had already arrived

at school. She bought a serving of sticky buns and a cup of soy milk from a vendor across the street

from Cloudburg Public School. She was just about to pay.

“We’ll pay together.”

This voice…

Eileen turned her head and looked at him.

Why do I always see him at the school gate?

Eric bought a few bagels and pretzels, putting the change into his wallet. “Am I very handsome?”

Eileen quickly turned her head. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you confident with Olympiad Math?” Eric ignored her question.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

Taking advantage of their height difference, Eric leaned down to her ear. His warm breath brushed

against her, his voice deep and magnetic as he spoke. “Once the exam is over… I have a gift for you.”

“I don’t want it.” Eileen took a step back, creating distance between them, then turned and ran

away.

What good could he possibly give?

On his way home, Eric drove past a shopping mall. He walked into a lingerie store, where a sales

associate immediately approached him with enthusiasm. “Sir, are you selecting lingerie

wife? We have various styles here. You can take a look.”

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your

“Is there anything else? These are all too conservative, not suitable for her.”

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The sales associate quickly responded, “Certainly, certainly. Please take a look at these.”

Eric walked over to the section selling lingerie. The underwear there was nearly transparent, and some

panties were nothing more than three simple strings.

He picked up a thin, transparent piece of fabric, glanced at it, and said, “I’ll take all of it in this

size.”

“Okay, okay… Sir, please wait a moment. I’ll go prepare it for you right away.”

All morning, Eileen felt uneasy, not knowing why, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of impending

doom.

In the afternoon, Jacob distributed the examination admission numbers to everyone and took the

opportunity to familiarize the students with the examination venue, as this test was of utmost

importance.

Eileen was seated at the very end, and Jason, who was in front of her, would occasionally come over to

chat with her.

Just then, Eileen’s phone vibrated. She received a photo sent from an unknown sender.

Upon opening it, Eileen felt a chill run through her entire body, her hand trembling uncontrollably.

It was an unknown phone number. The person in the photo was sleeping on a Blake hotel bed, bare-

chested, with a hand resting on his forehead. The time and date recorded on it. were not too far in the

past. It was from just after the New Year last. year.

Suddenly, Jasper’s words echoed in her mind.

“Aren’t you going to ask what I’m going to do?”

“I’ll be back soon… in about three days.”

“Eileen, what are you so engrossed in?”

Jason’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Eileen’s phone slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the ground. She was in a state of panic, a

suffocating sensation gripping her chest.

She was terrified of it being seen by others. Luckily, the phone’s battery had been knocked out,

plunging the screen into darkness.

Many eyes turned to look. It was rare to see Eileen in such a state of panic and contusion

Upon catching Benjamin’s gaze, Jason quickly clarified, “I didn’t scare her.”

Benjamin asked. “Is her phone broken?”

Eileen quickly regained her composure. “It’s not broken. It’s okay.”

In reality, the phone screen was shattered with a crack, and there were signs of fractures on the edges.

Eileen took a long time to process this matter.

Who is the other person exactly?

Why would someone send me a picture like this?

After inspecting the examination room, the exam would take place the day after tomorrow.

She didn’t want this matter to have an impact on her.

However, Eileen couldn’t stop her mind from wandering.

Because… she didn’t believe that Jasper would betray their feelings for each other.

She completely turned off her phone.

She didn’t have the courage to open it again.

Vera walked over, noticing that something was clearly wrong with Eileen’s behavior. She seemed quite

agitated. “Eileen, are you feeling unwell?” she asked.

“I’m fine.”

“But… during these past few lessons, when the teacher called on you, you were always daydreaming

and didn’t respond.”

There were too many eyes on her. Eileen’s emotions seemed to be on the edge. She stood up, flicked

her long hair, and said, “I’m really okay. Can… Can you ask the teacher for permission for me to leave?

I need to step out for a bit.”

Eileen grabbed her backpack, didn’t take any books, and left.

Natalie, who was approaching, called out to her, “Eileen!”

Continuing to walk and ignoring the sounds behind her, Eileen began to run. She was truly in a state of

chaos right now.

Perhaps they wouldn’t understand why a simple photograph could evoke such strong

emotions in her.

All her past sorrows, the evidence of Eric’s unfaithfulness, all started from photos like these.

She thought she had escaped from Eric, but she never imagined that the same thing would happen to

her again.

While she found it ironic, she also felt a deep sadness for herself.

They’ve deceived me! They’ve all deceived me!

Eric did. Jasper too, why? I thought he wouldn’t.

Eileen had been running for quite some time. She finally stopped in the school garden, panting heavily

as she sat down on a long wooden bench.

She didn’t know what method to use to calm herself down.

Regardless of whether it was Sarah’s provocation or Eric’s unfaithfulness, it was causing too much

trauma for her.

She simply couldn’t accept being betrayed for the second time, even if they were not in a marital

relationship.