Jefferson decided to go home.He felt that going to the office and thinking Malvin and Howard would annoy him in this mood was not a good choice either. After all, since the robbery at the diamond shop yesterday, Jefferson rarely relaxed at his house.His house seemed to be just a place to sleep because he could spend time in the office from morning to midnight. And fate had to bring him and him together while chilling with Willie in the park. How funny it was when at that time, they searched for them with all their might, but they never met and instead met when they weren't looking.They and all the other criminals deserved to be caught; even though there were cases that had gone unsolved for years and were obsolete and forgotten, Jefferson always prayed that these cases would come to light, or at least he could find his own way to justice.Jefferson was greeted by the calm and pleasant ambiance in his home; even though he was in the middle of a busy and overcrowded city, his house f
Jefferson regretted it; he shouldn't have just left. It could be that the text wasn't from Andrew, it could be that someone with bad intent was waiting for him, Or at least Jefferson had to make sure that it was really Andrew. After all, he couldn't stand being there for long, and it seemed to give him an instant solution. Jefferson put the invitation on his motorbike under the handlebar; he purposely hoped that it would disappear, someone would pick it up or be swept away by the wind as soon as he came back. To be honest, he didn't want to take it home. Jefferson stepped into the market, and luckily he found Andrew sitting there alone, grinning at him; Jefferson's second regret. Jefferson smiled uncomfortably; he joined Andrew, sitting across from him. The furthest place he could sit without being too obvious that he didn't want to be with that pervert. "I thought you were here, so I come," Andrew said, taking a sip of coffee that was still hot, the smoke billowing and feeling
Jefferson wondered when fate would stop making fun of him or when fate would make the people he loved love him or the people he didn't love move away from him. Why did fate turn it upside down? He was dumped by the person he loved, and that pervert kept clinging to him.Okay, now Jefferson felt he was asking too much; maybe fate was confused about which one to grant.But it shouldn't be this hard to get away from that pervert; this is unfair.It is surprising; this morning, he received a text from Andrew when he had just woken up because his alarm rang like there was a fire. He said they couldn't find Ian anywhere, and everyone already knew he was too close, and yeah, they talked about that.It was a terrible thing. And with curiosity still gnawing his mind, Jefferson went to the main office, about half an hour from his place.He hoped to meet Jaxson or Troy there, or at least someone he knew showed up out of the blue, as long as it was not Andrew. And as everyone had expected, he sa
Saturday came sooner than Jefferson had anticipated.And he just realized that tonight is Saturday night, which means there will be an inevitable long traffic jam because everyone is out for the weekend; Jefferson took a deep breath, cursing his not-so-good luck.Andrew was playing with his phone, and Jefferson's sigh caught his attention. Andrew kicked Jefferson's leg lightly. And he didn't think it was a problem, but Jefferson kicked his leg so hard he screamed, and Mr. Brooke almost spilled the coffee he was drinking.Fortunately, few visitors came today; they were the only ones in the cafe. People were busy spending their weekends going to beautiful and aesthetic places, not to ugly places like this market. But at least their little argument didn't need to be seen by too many people. However, he was worried about how he would make it through Tuesday when the cafe became crowded.What Jefferson needed to worry about was right now, where he would have to be stuck with that pervert u
As planned, Jefferson came home from the market at three o'clock in the afternoon to avoid the crazy traffic jams. The roads started to look crowded when Jefferson got home; maybe if he waited about two or three hours later, he'd be stuck in that traffic. Jaxson gave him permission to come home earlier, even before Jefferson gave him an explanation; it seemed like they didn't need to be too hung up on the schedule. Jefferson now believed what Malvin and Howard had said; the gossip was true, and they were paid to be silent and pretend. Unlike Andrew, he didn't care; he just followed Jefferson to the exit, still trying to ask him on a date; Jefferson refused to accept it. But this time, it was different. Instead of forcing Jefferson or doing the annoying things he usually does, Andrew gave his address with a photo of his gate, just in case Jefferson lost. He parked his motorbike right beside Jefferson's motorbike. Jefferson looked at him with a confused look; he rode his motorbik
Jefferson no longer intended to continue his layout drawing; he kept thinking about the recruitment. He swung his feet two hours ago. Jefferson was just grading and adding unnecessary details, scribbling in some blank spaces; he kept himself busy with useless little things. While that pervert had just arrived with messy hair, he still looked sleepy. He yawned and sat across from Jefferson; he then smiled. He arrived at eleven, though he should have arrived at nine in the morning. But Jefferson was glad he came late because he could have a peaceful breakfast at Aunt Addie's shop, she sells porridge in the morning, and her salad was available at noon. But the porridge also tastes delicious. As soon as Andrew arrived, he immediately threw his head on the table, using his hand as a pillow. But there was one thing that put Jefferson in a sudden good mood; he was wearing the leather jacket he had bought at the mall yesterday, although he appeared overdressed for wearing it to the marke
Jefferson didn't care about the visitor who turned their heads towards them; maybe if they stopped and pulled Jefferson away from Andrew, perhaps he would care, but luckily there wasn't. Jefferson grabbing his Andrew's collar tightly, his eyes widening, his chin up, and his eyebrows raised; Jefferson would soon kill him if only they were in a quiet place. Looks like it's not the time for him to die. But that pervert just laughed, which Jefferson missed; Andrew held Jefferson's hand with one hand, and his other hand grabbed his phone and called Jaxson; it's cheating. Unfortunately, Jefferson found out about it when Andrew put the phone to his ear, and a voice came from there, making Jefferson release his grip on Andrew's collar. "Hi, Jaxson. I hope I'm not bothering you," he said. "Hey buddy, did he do something?" Jefferson's jaw clenched, and he got even more annoyed when he heard Jaxson's question; he talked about it straight away without asking anything else; they had planned
Andrew kept demanding Jefferson, reminding him almost every minute about their agreement. They came back to Mr. Tucker's cafe. Jefferson snorted in annoyance. He pushed Andrew away from him because he had been moving his body closer to Jefferson until his shoulders touched the wall. "Are you blind? There are many people around us." "Where? Isn't it just the two of us here?" Andrew moved his body again, but Jefferson immediately extended his arms, making Andrew stop. Andrew relented, and he moved away. But he glanced at Jefferson sarcastically, with a sharp corner of his eye, his gaze directed ahead. "Well, I didn't think you would break your own promise. I shouldn't have trusted you," Andrew muttered, then took a sip of the coffee Jefferson had ordered for him this morning. Although it no longer tasted good because all the ice had melted, Jefferson should have ordered coffee without ice for him. Jefferson groaned. "You really are annoying! I can't kiss you in a place like thi