Chapter 103: Everyone Would Assume They Were Lovers
"Mine's cooled now," He took the cup from Cathryn's hand and handed him over. He did it so naturally that anyone would assume they were lovers.
Cathryn had assumed that a rich boy like Keith Clarkson, who had their own chef team at home, would never know how to eat Korean roasts.
But when he took the scissors to cut the grilled steak into neat, small pieces and placed them orderly in her dish, she felt somewhat regretful for her un-thoughtfulness.
Even though Keith was an aristocrat, he was first and foremost a great person, a man who could handle everything.
Eating the meat served by him, Cathryn felt her appetite again, and the scent ignited every taste bud of her. It was so touching to see him doing that, she almost gave him a heartfelt thumb.
The two had a very pleasant dinner, and Cathryn even took the initiative to talk about her old stories about the school. She was full of smiles when recalling the happy memories.
Amazed by such an effect, Keith secretly admired Jeremy's ideas.
After dinner, the two wandered back in front of the car.
"What's that?"
Cathryn took a step forward and looked at a piece of paper stuck on the windshield.
Taking it down, she gave it to Keith and read.
"Hello, sir, my name is Brittany Jones. I am so, so sorry that I just scratched your car with my bike. I don't know how to contact you, so please call me after you see this note. I will pay for the repairs. My phone number: is 0345789... Brittany Jones"
Cathryn looked down at the car. Under the dim light, the scratches on the car were not very clear. She turned on the flashlight of the phone and saw a long score. She felt the pain instantly.
She didn't know about cars, but Keith's cars were never cheap, and this scratch was neither short nor faint. She started to estimate how much it would cost to be re-polished, waxed, and painted.
"How can a bike make something like that?" Cathryn was doubtful at the same time.
It is a matter, of course, to pay for the damage you've done. Cathryn, although feeling sorry for the poor art student for such compensation, looked around and she was confused; how would a bicycle possibly be struck by a car pulled by the side of such a wide, empty road?
That was a very careless rider, to say the least.
Keith glanced at the note and crumpled it up into a trash can, "Let's go."
That was a very poor, if not dumb, pickup line.
Cathryn wanted to say more, but since the owner himself took no offense, she had to cease her protest. That should be a girl's name, she thought a bit sourly, just take it as a gentleman's gesture.
But surprisingly, before they even got in the car, the poor rider ran over with a big gasp.
"Wait!"
Her voice was sweet, perfectly matching her pure, innocent look. She had a short white T-shirt and broken denim shorts and a pair of creamy sneakers. Blonde-dyed long hair floated under her baseball cap, along a face with rich, teenage collagen and delicate makeup. She ran all the way, but there was no sweat on her face, her big watery eyes were shining anxiously with black contacts.
"So sorry about your car, it was me! I didn't mean to, you know, I left a note -" She turned to look at the wiper, bit her lower lip at the unseen paper, "Oh, it may be blown away by the wind!"
"I mean, I'm very sorry to make your car like that...I know, know that sorry is useless, I am going to pay you for that. But I don't have so much money right now, if I can have your phone number, I work at dance studios, and I'm paid weekly. Do you think I can give it back to you every week when I get my wage?"
Before Keith and Cathryn said anything, the girl's words had showered them. After the talk, she looked straight at Keith, her juicy lips slightly tilted where pink lip gloss glowed under the yellow street light. It was the kind of lips that existed in advertisements where it would be a dream to kiss.
The victim took the patience to listen to all that Miss Jones had to say and politely looked back with his tranquil blue pupils. She basically stopped when her face turned red.
"I didn't want to bother you for that. After all, it was too much trouble. But if you really insist, I would have no reason to refuse such a courageous offer."
His mouth moved slowly with a low magnetic voice, Brittany felt like she was melted in the afternoon sun. Confident that her sweet tactic was working as expected, the student took out her mobile phone quickly and asked, "Sure, sir... What do I call you? Please give me your number, I will contact you directly."
"Take hers." He replied. "You are schoolmates, and it'll be easier for you to talk."
Brittany's face changed slightly, and she turned her eyes to Cathryn, her jaw shook a little.
Suddenly being called, Cathryn was a bit at a loss. She heard Keith and responded with an automatic "Oh" and recited her phone number to the younger one.
Watching the well-manicured fingers tapping on a screen of the latest iPhone model, Cathryn shrugged to herself: this one was actually rich.
After leaving the number, Keith opened the door for Cathryn, who nodded to the girl before getting in. The girl smiled sweetly and waved her hand, and turned her eyes back on Keith. He did not give her another look when he drove back and away.
The black car quickly drove out of Brittany's sight, and the smile froze on her face. She looked down at the number she just kept on the phone, snorted dismissively, stuck her finger on the screen, and deleted the number.
The small conflict had attracted a few passersby. And after everyone had left, the window of a business car that parked behind the Cayenne slowly opened.
Wearing dark sunglasses, movie star Jordan Riggs only revealed half of his face. He took off the sunglasses and quickly looked at the campus, put them back again, and said to the driver.
"Let's go."