The smile on Jim Jones’ lips stiffened. His gaze, as he looked at her, was calm and undisturbed. "Are you apologizing for him?"
Feeling guilty, Fluffy Zane lowered her head. She knew she had no right to apologize for William Guillen’s mistakes, but she couldn’t help it. Seeing Jim Jones’ current state, her heart was uncontrollably consumed with guilt. She didn’t know which of William Guillen’s words were true and which were false. However, she trusted her intuition more; William Guillen’s targeting and framing of Jim Jones definitely had something to do with her. It was just that he wouldn’t admit it. Or perhaps, it was just her own wishful thinking.
Under the light, the brightness in Jim Jones’ eyes gradually dimmed.
After a good while of silence, he finally smiled. "Alright, don’t look so glum." Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
Fluffy Zane looked up. Jim Jones’ hand landed gently on her head, ruffling her hair softly. "Fluffy, you’re most beautiful when you smile." His eyes shone brightly as he said, word by word, "So, don’t look so glum anymore."
Objectively speaking, if it weren’t for William Guillen, and if she hadn’t fallen for him, then a warm-hearted man like Jim Jones would undoubtedly be very popular. She might even have fallen for him. But with William Guillen in her life, no other man in the world could ever catch her eye again.
"Jim Jones, thank you." A thousand words were on the tip of her tongue, but only a faint, powerless "thank you" remained.
Jim Jones rubbed his forehead helplessly. "I’m starting to hate the words ’thank you’ now."
Fluffy Zane looked at him, at a loss, not knowing what to do.
"I’m just joking, don’t be nervous." After a pause, Jim Jones asked, "Can you cook?"
Fluffy Zane nodded. "Yes. What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."
Back then, in order to pursue William Guillen, she had personally cooked for him and learned everything he liked. Billiards, golf, racing... She, who was afraid of heights, had even learned parachuting—despite her fear—just because he liked it. The moment she jumped from the cabin, the feeling of weightlessness almost killed her. To gain the coach’s approval and the chance to parachute with William Guillen, Fluffy Zane had practically risked her life. Time and time again, she clenched her jaw. Even if she was trembling all over, her teeth chattering, her legs too weak to stand, and her body freezing cold, she would close her eyes and jump.
Jim Jones’ voice pulled her wandering thoughts back. "Can you make noodles? I’d like some tomato and egg noodles."
Jim Jones’ smile was still gentle; it was as if the harm he had suffered had left no shadow in his heart at all.
That was what Fluffy Zane most wanted to see.
Fluffy Zane nodded repeatedly. "I can. Wait a moment, I’ll go downstairs and make the noodles for you now."
Downstairs, Mrs. Jones saw Fluffy Zane coming down and immediately got up from the sofa. "Fluffy, are you leaving already?"
She had only just arrived, and now she was leaving. It seemed her son had no chance.
A trace of disappointment inevitably appeared in Mrs. Jones’ eyes.
Fluffy Zane shook her head. "No, Jim Jones said he wanted tomato and egg noodles. I’m going to the kitchen to make a bowl for him." She paused before asking, "Aunt, where’s the kitchen?"
The disappointment in Mrs. Jones’ eyes was instantly replaced by a smile. She took a few steps forward, holding Fluffy Zane’s arm. "Come on, Aunt will take you there!"
Her tone was filled with indescribable excitement and eagerness.