Chapter 66: Extremely Uncomfortable
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“Miss Yale, let me check for you, reliable or not, right?”
Jasmine Yale laughed, isn’t he just trying to take advantage of the situation? “Mr. Zaila, have you ever checked for yourself? When will you get married?” Jasmine asked casually.
“I did…” Derrick Zaila lowered his voice, “I lack you in my life.”
“Mr. Zaila, have you ever calculated when you will start to feel itchy all over, so uncomfortable that you can’t stand it?”
Derrick Zaila didn’t quite catch Jasmine’s words and grinned, “Whenever I see
Miss Yale, I’m extremely uncomfortable…”
After drinking a glass of wine, Derrick Zaila became more daring, staring straight at Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale took a sip of her drink and did not answer.
After a while, Derrick Zaila felt itchy.
Soon, hives appeared on the back of his hand, little red spots one after another.
“Waiter, waiter!” Derrick Zaila called out loudly.
He was having an allergic reaction!
Feeling extremely itchy all over, he uncomfortably scratched at himself through his shirt.
But it was nowhere near enough, he simply shoved his hand under his clothing.
In no time, his face was also covered in red spots, attracting attention.
“Sir, what can I do for you?”
“What on earth did you guys put in the food?!” Derrick Zaila slammed the table, shouting, “Didn’t I say I’m allergic to potatoes?!”
“Sir… you didn’t say anything.” The waitress looked aggrieved.
“Oops,” Jasmine quickly apologized: “Mr. Zaila, I’m sorry, I completely forgot. The dish tasted better with mashed potatoes, I forgot to tell you not to eat it. It’s not the waitress’s fault.”
“You…” Derrick Zaila was angry, “Forget it, forget it. Does this seafood restaurant have any anti-allergy medicine?”
“I’m afraid not,” the waitress shook her head.
“Mr. Zaila, shall I call someone to take you to the hospital?” Jasmine Yale asked nervously.
“Alright, I’ll go to the hospital. Miss Yale, would you accompany me?”
“Mr. Zaila, I’m afraid I don’t have time. A friend just texted me asking me to pick him up at the train station.”
“Jasmine Yale, did you do this on purpose?”
“Why would I deliberately cause trouble for you? It doesn’t benefit me, does it? And it’s our first meeting, I wouldn’t stoop to that. I’m quite upset that you think so.”
“Forget it, forget it.”
Derrick Zaila really couldn’t stand it any longer, the itching was too much.
Grabbing his car keys, he disregarded any sense of dignity, scratching all over while hastily running out.
Jasmine couldn’t resist laughing out loud.
Forgetting her own image, she was laughing so hard.
“Miss, would that gentleman… lodge a complaint against us?” The waitress was still worried.
Jasmine waved her off: “No, he won’t. He wouldn’t dare.”
She picked up her chopsticks again, and started eating the seafood.
A whole table full of seafood and dishes, all for herself.
She peeled a shrimp, eating freely and comfortably.
The taste was quite good, spicy, she enjoyed the burn.
She had ordered a bottle of wine at the beginning, quite an expensive one, fearing it would go to waste, she poured herself half a cup.
However, facing a table full of dishes alone was somewhat lonely.
It was already 8 p.m., the night was deep, with dazzling streetlights.
Summer rain came without warning, and just as she was about halfway through her drink, a strong wind began blowing outside.
Leaves scraping against the ground made “shhh” noises, the wild wind carried away the broken leaves and dust, raising clouds of dust everywhere.
And soon after, big raindrops as large as soybeans “pitter-pattered” onto the ground.
Jasmine Yale looked out the window, her gaze hazy..