Dallas Taylor furrowed his brows and thought for a while, suddenly recalling Mia Ginger’s jade bean pod.
Was that item a gift from her boyfriend?
Such lavish generosity.
He looked at Mia Ginger suspiciously and suddenly asked, "How old is your boyfriend?"
Mia Ginger paused for a second and hesitated before answering, "He’s twenty-eight, I think."
Hmm, not too old yet.
Dallas Taylor inexplicably let out a sigh of relief, but still felt something was amiss and warned, "Girls your age are easiest to deceive. It’s better to be cautious in relationships. Don’t... um, get too emotionally involved."
He actually wanted to say to give one’s body and soul, but felt it was inappropriate.
Mia Ginger pursed her lips, thinking about his words. After a while, she spoke strangely, "What do you mean by that?"
"Your boyfriend has quite the fortune, right? Those people in the business world, haha."
Dallas Taylor left it at that.
Mia Ginger’s face suddenly turned cold.
After a while, she snapped back, sternly saying, "He’s not that kind of person you’re thinking of."
Dallas stood under the streetlight, backlit and watching her, his hard and sharp features softened by a layer of light, appearing like a tall sculpture with an oppressive aura. He suddenly said leisurely, "Young lady, you’ve fallen too deep."
One sentence, hit the nail on the head.
Mia Ginger’s face looked even worse, staring at him, unable to retort.
It seemed like a long time had passed.
She withdrew her gaze from Dallas’s face, speaking coldly, "That’s my business."
Her words fell, and still seemed insufficient, so she suddenly added, "Also, he’s not in the business world, he’s a doctor... a lifesaving doctor."
The last two words she practically spat out through clenched teeth.
Her expression stiff, stubbornly defending the person in her heart, letting no infringement.
Dallas looked at her without speaking.
Mia Ginger said crisply, then turned and headed straight for the school gate.
Dallas stood where he was, watching her somewhat indignant figure leave, after a while, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, letting out a faint sneer.
How come he didn’t know of any doctor who can be so generous?
He raised his eyes again to look in the direction Mia Ginger left. Dallas Taylor suddenly felt a bit inexplicably worried.
This girl is at most twenty, right?
It’s rare for a romance to reach such an utterly absorbed degree.
Most likely, she’ll get hurt.
Mia Ginger walked back with a cold face.
Thinking about Dallas’s few words, she still felt uncomfortable.
She just fell too deep, she’s willing, does she need him to point fingers?
What right does he have to make assumptions about Koa Jackson!
Really, who does he think he is?!
Mia Ginger let out a heavy breath, the cool night breeze couldn’t dissipate her anger, making her appear hard to approach.
That’s how Bob Ginger found her.
Mia Ginger was wearing a short sleeve and jeans, her fair and pretty face tight as if someone had stolen her money.
She seemed quite distracted.
Walking past him without even noticing.
Bob Ginger quickly called out towards her back.
Mia Ginger didn’t hear and kept walking.
Bob Ginger sighed helplessly and had to raise his voice loudly, "Mia Ginger!"
Mia Ginger abruptly stopped, turned around, saw it was him who called her, and stood there puzzled, asking, "Bob Ginger, why are you here?"