Chapter 33 The Young Girl Had Matured

While Jasper was driving in the opposite direction with Eileen, he decided to turn around at the upcoming traffic light. At that moment, he received a message from Eileen asking, “Jasper, where are you?”

Jasper had always kept his mobile phone with him, eagerly waiting for her messages, and whenever he saw one, he would reply promptly.

However, this time he turned off his phone.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, “Is it a message from Miss Swan? Did she suspect something?”

“I think so… But I don’t want to lie to her,” Jasper neither confirmed nor denied.

He wanted to wait a little longer until he could stand on his own, and then Eileen would see him as his true self.

The driver suggested, “What if Miss Swan wouldn’t mind that?”

“It’s not that she minds, but I do. Let’s head back for now!” Jasper closed his eyes, feeling exhausted. What happened just now was incredibly dangerous. If he had not deliberately waited at the hospital gate or had left at the wrong time, he shuddered to think of the consequences Eileen might have faced.

Determined, Jasper opened his eyes again, a cold determination flickering in them. “Take the three of them to the police station, and they are not supposed to be released without my permission.”

“Yes, sir.”

Meanwhile, Eileen did not wait for any other messages, assuming that the boy she encountered earlier could not have been Jasper. If he were, why wouldn’t he have recognized.

her?

Later, Eileen arrived at the Skyline Building for her piano class. Opting for one-on-one private teaching, she quickly mastered the piece she was working on, having practiced it countless times before.

After nearly three hours of piano practice, darkness had fallen outside. When the driver came to pick her up, he noticed that the person waiting for her was not Alan but Eric.

After playing the piano for an extended period, Eileen felt her finger joints getting a bit sore. When she noticed the car window rolling down, she hesitated before approaching.

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Why was Eric here?

want to reprimand her?

back at the hospital, she had already acted as if she did not see him and Elsie, so why did he come over now?

co-pilot’s door but then paused and decided to sit in the back. instead. As soon

and fastened her seat belt before Eric could come over.

pair of bobblehead dolls-a man and a woman that could bobble their

also noticed a change in the car’s scent. Eric must have known about Vera’s motion, sickness and put on

head, looking out the car window with a neutral expression. “Eric, don’t you need

on campus.”

What?

on campus?

at Eric’s willingness to let her live there.

campus? I thought your apartment

explained, “I’m usually busy with work, and I can’t take care of her properly. She had to do all the cleaning and housework by herself. I was worried it

their matters, so she replied casually,

a brief silence, Eric asked again, “Did you have your piano lesson today?

all, the teacher was great,” Eileen

noticed that she seemed absent-minded during their conversation. He frowned slightly and asked,

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many questions?”

he felt that way. “No, not at all. I

noticed that Eileen was wearing loose clothes that did not fit well, and they looked like. men’s clothing. He asked if she had worn her school

but the button on my school uniform came

you the clothes?” Eric inquired without

nodded and didn’t hide the truth. “Yes, it

.

of coldness in his eyes as

hurriedly denied, “He’s just

a teenager. You’ll encounter a few people you like along the way. If you ever have problems with relationships. in the future, you can always come to me, your brother,” Eric assured

you, Eric,”

alert. She felt that if she let her guard down, she might be easily

Mansion, Eric parked the car in the garage. Anxious to leave,

and her senses heightened as Eric suddenly drew closer, emanating a strong, masculine presence that

his body and nervously asked, “Eric….. is there

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