His Dangerous Love

Chapter 92 The Busy Banquet

Chapter 92 The Busy Banquet

As Sophia approached, Jefferson effortlessly evaded her, leaving her empty-handed.

Her excitement waned, so she exclaimed, "Jeff! Why do you always act like this?"

Jefferson, seemingly unaffected, responded with nonchalance, "What have I done?"

"Why aren't you offering me a warm welcome?" she pressed.

"It's just too hot for me," he shrugged.

With that, he took a confident step forward, his long legs carrying him inside.

Sophia, left standing in place, was about to say something.

Then Darren, who was following closely behind, enveloped her shoulder in a warm embrace.

"Come on, Sophia, consider yourself welcomed," whispered Darren.

"Not you!" she snapped.

At the same time, Elianna's mind went blank for a few seconds as she watched Jefferson steadily approaching.

He called out her name in front of everyone!

Elianna was scared to death!

She shot him a meaningful glance, silently pleading with Jefferson.

However, he seemed unfazed, causing her pulse to quicken further.

Then, finally, he inquired in his typical nonchalant manner, "Excuse me?" NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Elianna realized, with a delayed sense of embarrassment, that she was obstructing the aisle.

Hastily bowing her head, she swiftly stepped back, uttering, "Sorry about that."

With Jefferson's entrance, the previously relaxed atmosphere vanished instantly.

People who were leisurely sipping their coffee and engrossed in their phones seemed to have silently agreed not to raise their heads.

As a result, the coffee was swiftly consumed, and the pot soon stood empty.

In the midst of the room, only the voices of Sophia and Jefferson echoed, but it seemed that for every seven or eight sentences she uttered, Jefferson would merely respond with a grunt.

Thankfully, Darren took it upon himself to steer the conversation and prevent any further awkwardness.

However, Jefferson abruptly rose from his seat and broke the peculiar atmosphere.

Everyone in the room paused, fearing his disapproval of someone present.

And all Jefferson did was stretch his neck and make his way towards the door.

Only Sophia dared to inquire, "Jeff, where are you going?"

Jefferson didn't bother to turn his head as he replied, "To fetch a knife and kill someone."

"Again," Sophia commented, dissatisfied with his poor joking.

But Elianna couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't joking at all.

After Jefferson's departure, the hall regained its liveliness.

When Joyce went to pour some coffee, she discovered an empty pot.

She set her coffee cup down.

"Elianna," she called out, "Go brew some more coffee."

It was a task usually given to a servant, but Joyce intentionally assigned it to Elianna as well.

Even if it was just refilling the coffee, both the coffee leaves and cups needed to be replaced.

Elianna cautiously arranged the coffee cups back onto the tray and went to the coffee room.

...

"Bang!"

Jefferson burst through the door of the southern courtyard, shouting recklessly, "Is anyone here?"

"If no one shows themselves, I can do whatever I please." he continued.

With a flick of his lighter, he snapped off a branch from the tree in the courtyard.

Then he casually tossed it into the flower bed, destroying several meticulously planted flowers.

Clare rushed outside upon seeing the garden ablaze, urgently calling for help.

But her voice abruptly stopped as a folded knife pressed against her forehead, the sharp tip already grazing her skin.

Smirking, Jefferson loomed above her, asking, "Where is Neil?"

Her eyes darted but she remained silent, refusing to give away the answer.

Jefferson disapproved, so he forced the icy knife tip into her mouth.

Clare didn't dare to struggle, fearing that he might accidentally sever her tongue.

Just then, a voice called out, "I'm here."

The wheelchair turned, and Neil emerged.

Jefferson sneered as he withdrew the knife.

With a disdainful swipe across Clare's shoulder, he made his way towards Neil.

He spread a smile as he looked down at Neil.

"Neil, long time no see."

Then he gripped the knife tightly and plunged it downward.