Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 83 Entanglements and Appeals

Chapter 83 Entanglements and Appeals

Jacob's impression of her still lingered on the scene a few days ago when she angrily tossed a bowl of

porridge in his direction.

Angry and defiant, she was like an enraged cat.

Unlike now, standing nervously on the side with her head lowered, she had put away all her sharpness.

Under Jacob's scrutiny, Avery suppressed her discomfort and spoke softly, "I need your help."

Jacob chuckled lightly, crossed his legs, took out a cigarette from the case, and had a sarcastic

expression on his face.

"Avery, what kind of act are you putting on today?"

Not far away, a rich second-generation named Ezra Hawthorne also had a discerning eye. He noticed

that Jacob's attitude towards her was different and quickly stepped forward.

"Who here doesn't want to ask Mr. Hill for help? Young lady, asking for help should be done with

sincerity. Don't forget to light Mr. Hill's cigarette."

Avery was urged to approach Jacob. He leaned lazily against the cushion and looked indolent.

In addition to the two years of coldness and antagonism, he used to be more polite and restrained,

never smoking in front of her.

Now, unlike before, he had two buttons of his shirt open, and the dim light above his head made his

face appear even deeper and his temperament more unruly.

Avery held the lighter up to Jacob's deep eyes, as if expressing her capriciousness.

Without caring how Jacob viewed her, Avery knelt on one knee on the sofa, leaning forward.

Considering her and Jacob's statuses, she had no choice but to humble herself.

The firelight danced on Jacob's handsome face. He lowered his eyes and had a hint of inexplicable

coldness at the corner of his mouth.

"I remember you saying that even if you jumped from the seventh floor, you wouldn't come to me for

help."

Avery didn't expect Martin to have an accident suddenly. It caught her off guard.

She didn't bother to guess how he saw her. Avery bent her waist lower and spoke with humility in her

voice, "Mr. Hill has great magnanimity. Please don't hold it against me."

Ezra's mind raced. Jacob, who never let women approach him, had allowed her to come over. Although

the young lady was dressed in layers, she was indeed quite beautiful. She might just be the type that

Jacob fancied.

Ezra quickly poured three glasses of whisky for Avery and tapped his fingers on the table. "Lady, this is

how you ask for a favor."

Avery frowned tightly. More than half a glass would be enough to nearly kill her, and now three

glasses?

She looked at Jacob, who seemed to be thinking of something. He lazily supported his chin with one

hand and said, "Planning to come up with another excuse? Is it another illness or a terminal condition?" NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

The mockery in the corner of his mouth was sharp. Avery wasn't particularly good at drinking, but he

enjoyed making things difficult for her.

Or perhaps it was a form of revenge.

A sourness welled up in Avery's heart. She thought about how he never let her drink before. Things

had changed so much.

Jacob sat there, slightly raising his chin. The inherent nobility in his bloodline radiated invisibly,

completely widening the gap between them.

In front of him, she was always an extremely small and weak figure.

Realizing the reality, Avery thought that as long as she could save Martin, what did dignity or even her

own life matter?

She picked up the glass and downed it in one go. She wasn't good at drinking, and she couldn't discern

the merits of alcohol. She only felt the burning sensation as the liquid passed through, leaving behind a

fiery sensation.

Pain surged from the throat down to the stomach.

Avery was already dressed in layers, and she was sweating profusely. Her stomach was churning like a

tempestuous sea, causing her intense pain.

She clutched her aching stomach, reaching for the second glass.