Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Therefore, it was not out of character for Jacques to make that offer.

Yasmin tilted her head in consideration of the offer for a moment before agreeing. “Thanks for the trouble, Jacques.”

“No worries,” he replied cordially as he reached over to open his door for her. “We’re all classmates after all.”

When they passed the famous bridge near their campus, Yasmin turned her head slightly and saw the four figures outside through the car window.

“Did the university not deal with Zaylynn, Jacques?”

“How can they? The Neal family is one of the shareholders of the university,” Jacques explained patiently with his eyes on the road. “Besides, it was an honest mistake on Zaylynn’s because she did not know that what she did was against the rules. As soon as the incident had occurred, she immediately confessed to the chief administrator and used her family’s money to make up for the loss incurred by her mistake. With all said and done, the university has decided to consider the matter resolved.”

In his opinion, Zaylynn’s mistake was forgivable as she did not do it out of malice. Coupled with the fact that she confessed to her mistake almost immediately, the university decided to give her another chance.

Jacques was not aware of the effect of his words in causing the gaze of his passenger seated behind to become colder.

Ten minutes later, Jacques pulled up at the side of the most prosperous commercial plaza in the city.

“Here we are, Yasmin. Take care of yourself at night, won’t you? Don’t get home too late. If you ever feel like you can’t cope with juggling work and study, I can help you apply for financial aid.”

“I’ll bear that in mind,” Yasmin said as she exited the car. “Thank you, Jacques.”

Financial aid. Yes, times are tough for me now. What about the offspring of the murderer? Why are they able to sit around and enjoy the sunshine without a care in the world for their daily expenses, let alone worrying about their future?

bitter thoughts, Yasmin walked to the gate of

figures on their bicycles

Zaylynn asked. “Should we park

“It’s not far, anyway. Let’s walk

assent, the

saw Ian frowning before producing his

is a QR code provided, Ian,” Susan said gently. “Just scan it and

the knot in his

forward. Zaylynn’s boisterous debate with Timothy regarding the best-tasting

How childish!

ignored them and turned her attention to the boy

you had

“Not often,” Ian admitted.

was something they did not particularly patronize.

a result, Ian had only had KFC several times when

grew a

later. Let’s order you

refused gently. “That’s all right.

as Zaylynn and Timothy entered, they made a mad dash to the counter to place

simply exchanged a glance before getting a

sit here, Ian.” Having found a table just right for four, Susan pulled her friend over to occupy