Chapter 246

Chapter 246 If Only I Could Become Jonathan’s Girlfriend

Nathan frowned, “Why would I do that? It’s meant for Chloe.”

“Huh? Chloe?”

“Yeah.” Nathan turned around and placed the Flawless Love into Chloe’s palm. Since she and Joseph

had officially decided to be together, he felt it was important to set a good example as a good friend.

Chloe was confused, not understanding why she was being given such a precious gift. She looked at

the man beside her in distress.

Joseph’s tone remained indifferent. “Accept a gift if it’s given to you.”

Nathan lowered his voice and teased, “Consider it your betrothal gift.”

Blushing, Chloe sincerely thanked Nathan. The approval of Joseph’s close friend brought her more

happiness than the valuable gift.

Ava, on the other hand, was left hanging on the side, belatedly realizing that Nathan had deliberately

teased her. Her expression contorted into a mask of displeasure. She had grossly underestimated

Chloe, that despicable woman. Not only did she have Joseph as her financial backer, but it seemed

she had other men in her grasp as well.

Ava was well aware of the chaotic nature of the upper class, but she never anticipated Chloe’s cunning

ability to exploit opportunities and ascend the ladder of luxury with such ease.

She glared fiercely at Chloe, slammed the door, and stormed off in a fit of anger. Consumed by her

rage,

she paid no attention to her surroundings as she walked. Just as she received her car keys from the

staff, she collided head-on with Jonathan. “Who do you think you are?! You need to get your eyes

checked.”

As he looked down at his coat smeared with foundation, Jonathan’s displeasure was evident. “I think

your eyes are the ones that need checking. There’s plenty of space on this wide road, yet you still

managed to bump into me.”

Ava was prepared to fire back with a sharp retort but was promptly stopped by her assistant. Please,

don’t act impulsively. That’s Jonathan Whitman, the heir of the renowned Whitman family in Docwood

City.”

Calvin had brought this assistant to Docwood previously to work as a jewelry designer and

assist Ava with her tasks.

Ava’s eyes instantly brightened upon hearing the name “Whitman.” The Whitmans held a prestigious

status, an aristocracy that she could only dream of. While their financial may have diminished in recent

years, they still maintained an unattainable presence.

power

If she could become Jonathan’s girlfriend, the entire Whitman family would be hers, and all

the elites of Docwood would address her with the utmost respect-Madam Whitman.

Ava’s expression made a 180-degree transformation as she skillfully employed her charms. Two

teardrops welled up in her eyes, and she timidly apologized to Jonathan, “I’m so sorry, it’s entirely my

fault. I was harassed by a strange older man just now, and it’s left me in a terrible mood. I accidentally

dirtied your coat, and I feel absolutely awful about it. Please allow me to make amends by buying you a

brand-new one. Just provide me with an address, and I’ll deliver it to you tomorrow.”

Back in the villa, Joseph stepped out of the shower, while Chloe busied herself with preparing food for

Oreo and Toto. She had taken off the suit jacket but was still wearing the fishtail dress. Warm-toned

light enveloped her, lending her an air of virtuousness and maternal love.

However, the dress had a sexy silhouette, creating a stark contrast.

Joseph’s gaze lingered on her as soon as it landed on her. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he

beckoned for Chloe to come closer with a crook of his finger. “Come here,” he called out.

Curious, she set the dog food aside and approached him, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Joseph pulled her onto his lap, his voice cold containing a touch of huskiness. “Are you trying to

seduce me?”

Chloe blinked, her eyes filled with sincerity. “No, not at all.”

As she said that, she subtly shifted her buttocks, adjusting to a more comfortable sitting position. But in

Joseph’s eyes, this movement confirmed in a veiled manner that it was an overt attempt at seduction.