Truthfully, not many women could resist a man like Jackson. Even when you knew that he was a playboy, you would still think that he was elegant and charming. The unintentional details would always reflect his gentlemanly manner and his considerate character. More crucially, he had the assets to be a playboy. He was rich and handsome. Even devil-may-care Tiffany felt butterflies in her stomach for a while.
It was past ten at night when Mark and Arianne left Jackson’s villa. Everyone had some wine during the dinner, including Arianne, but she did not have too much. She could feel her cheeks heating up but she was still clear-minded.
Brian had been waiting outside for a long time. When they got into the car, Arianne looked at the villa that turned scintillating in the nightfall and suddenly asked, “Is Jackson married?”
Mark paused for a beat before answering, “No, but soon. He knows what he’s doing, you don’t have to worry.”
Mark was Mark, he knew what she was thinking with just one question. As a woman, Arianne’s instinct regarding men was accurate, as was her inclination. A man like Jackson was unique and absolutely attractive. His eyes were friendly when he looked at people, he was handsome and wealthy with a good disposition, and he could handle any fight, as well as cook up delectable dishes. A casual time in the kitchen produced dishes of a chef’s standard. A man like him was basically flawless in modern times. Arianne was worried about a relationship sparking between Tiffany and Jackson when they spent so much time together. There were some people you could not toy with, not that you would be able to...
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