Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 218

Chapter 218 How Old Are You

Because she already knew exactly what she wanted.

She could tolerate his affection for Nancy while accepting his protection.

Everyone is selfish…

Without him, Eileen knew what she would face upon returning to the Swan residence.

So, even if Jasper truly had lingering feelings for Nancy, she could pretend to be unaware of his actions.

Right now, she needed Jasper.

Whether she was using Jasper for her own advantage.or if Jasper simply saw her as emotional support, at the end of the day, she could say that she had a clear conscience towards Jasper.

That was because she genuinely wanted to like him, to be with him wholeheartedly.

The prerequisite for liking him was that Eileen could handle her own affairs last night.

Even if they went their separate ways, by that time, Eileen would no longer need to rely on others.

There was never any fairness between her and Jasper to begin with…

From now on, Jasper would only see the Eileen she presented.

Whether it was marriage or dating, it would be all the same. If one person wanted to stray, the other wouldn’t be able to stop them.

“It’s okay. I’ll get used to it sooner or later. After all, I rarely go out, and I spend most of my time at school. If it comes to that, I’ll just ignore whatever they say.”

Eileen showed great understanding and knew exactly how to make Jasper happy.

Then, she noticed the empty living room. “Has Old Mrs. Smith left?”

Jasper replied, “Yes, she has Alzheimer’s. She tends to wander around in the middle of the night, so I asked Martha to take her home.”

“Really? Old Mrs. Smith seems quite lucid. I didn’t expect her to have Alzheimer’s disease” Eileen pushed him away. “I won’t make the butternut squash oatmeal anymore. I’m going back to my room to finish my homework. There’s still a bit left to do”

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Jasper responded, “Okay.”

With a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth, Eileen said, “You should also get

some rest soon.”

Jasper replied, “Hmm.”

He watched the figure ascending the stairs, his eyes dim and profound. In fact, compared to her indifference, he would rather have her stay angry with him. At least in this way, Jasper could feel her concern.

Just then, Jasper’s phone rang. He opened it to find a photo sent to him. As he looked at the person in the photo, before he could even respond, another message came in with an address.

Eileen had just returned to her upstairs room and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling. window. She saw a car driving out of the villa.

What is he doing out so late?

Jasper glanced at the figure reflected in the rearview mirror, then at his phone. A hint of hesitation lingered in his heart, but in the end, he pressed down on the accelerator and drove

away.

Primas Plaza.

Covered in wounds, Nancy huddled in the corner. A bucket of icy water was splashed onto her face, causing her smoky eye makeup to smear all over.

Her phone was stepped on by the person in front of her. The man sneered lasciviously at the sight of her soaked skin visible through her shirt. “Ha, you claim to know Jasper? Do you even know who he is? Stop daydreaming, I tell you. Today, you either pay up willingly or… stay here and pay with your body. With your looks, it’ll take about three to five years to pay off.”

“Boss, we’ve received news from above that someone has taken an interest in her.”

“Isn’t this perfect? Clean her up and have her serve the customers naked. It’ll save us a lot of trouble.”

“Do you think you guys, perhaps, are overacting a bit too much?”

As soon as her words fell, Nancy was slapped across the face. “Acting? Who the hell told you we’re putting on a show for you? If you borrow money and can’t pay it back, it’s only right and natural to use you as collateral!”

Nancy’s eyes revealed fear. No… When I spoke to that person, it wasn’t like this.

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Her mouth was sealed with tape, denying her the chance to struggle. She was dragged into the staff elevator and taken to a hotel room in Primas Plaza.

In Primas Plaza’s luxurious private room, Chandler was completely drunk. He hooked his arm around the man next to him. “Mr. Snow, I won so much from you last time, and I’ve won again this time. I’m almost embarrassed. Here… Cheers to you.”

Gavin advised, “Mr. Snow has a stomach ailment and can’t drink alcohol. I’ll drink this glass on his behalf.”

“Screw you. I’m toasting your boss, so what’s an assistant like you chiming in for?” Chandler pushed the woman in his arms, who had just lost a game and was stripped down to her underwear, her figure alluring. “You, go pour him a drink. If you, Mr. Snow, don’t drink, it means you’re looking down on me. No matter what… I must have a drink with you today.”

The woman appeared incredibly naive. If it weren’t for the heat turned on in the private room, most people wouldn’t be able to bear it.

She crouched down to pick up a bottle of whiskey, pouring half of it shakily. She then brought it before this man, who appeared aloof and indifferent. He was very handsome, but his eyes were somewhat fierce, making it hard for people to look directly at him. Yet, it was this very aura of his that irresistibly made people want to steal more glances at him.

“Sir… please… Please, have a drink.”

Eric’s frosty gaze unabashedly swept over her. The woman met his gaze, her cheeks slightly warm, and she lowered her head.

Eric asked, “How old are you now?”

“My name is Corinne, and I’m still in high school. I’m 17 years old this year.”

Underage?

With a smile, Chandler suddenly yanked the woman off the ground and flung her towards Eric. Corinne nearly lost her grip on the wine bottle in her hand, ending up seated squarely on Eric’s lap.

“That’s the spirit! A gathering isn’t complete without women and wine. Cori, make sure you take good care of our Mr. Snow tonight. He’s a promising young man. If you manage to latch onto this big tree, you’ll want for nothing in the future!”

Corinne bashfully lowered her head, remaining silent Eric, with an expressionless face, took the wine glass from her hand and took a sip.

After three rounds of drinks, Chandler was already so intoxicated that he had passed our Eric discreetly signaled to the person beside hum

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Understanding the signal, Lionel helped the individual to their feet and escorted them out of the private room.

Soon, only Eric and his companions remained in the spacious private room.

Corinne nervously bit her lip, her hand reaching towards the man’s shirt collar. “Mr. Snow… Should we… also return to the hotel room? I am willing to do anything.”

Eric felt a surge of unease within him. There was something suspicious about this drink. He abruptly threw the undressed person onto the couch, his coldness no longer concealed in his gaze. “Act your

age; behave appropriately for your age. This place is not meant for you.”

Gavin received a message from his bodyguard and leaned in to whisper it into Eric’s ear.

Corinne was frightened by his actions, hugging herself and trembling without uttering at

word.

Eric didn’t consume much alcohol, but the effects of the medication were potent. Unable to endure it any longer, he stumbled away.

Lionel handed Chandler over to the attendant on the floor.

Struggling to maintain his balance, Lionel passed by a room with an unlocked door. The room, illuminated in a suggestive dusky pink, contained an unconscious woman, scantily. dressed on the bed. He pushed aside the person beside him, intending to enter.

The waiter hurriedly stopped him. “Sir, this is not your room. Someone is already occupying it.”

“Forget it. I’ll go wherever I damn well please!”

The waiter didn’t try to stop him. Chandler entered the room, discovered it was empty, and quickly left.