CHAPTER 106: CHAPTER 106: BECOMING THE SCENERY IN JASPER FITZGERALD’S EYES

"Oh?"

Jasper Fitzgerald raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised as well.

After closing the bottle cap, he lifted his hand to take the tablet from him.

The news reported on today’s exhibition, and indeed, Sabrina appeared in the footage.

However, she was shown only in profile, her exquisite side profile suggesting she didn’t want to be too high-profile.

Yet even just like this, one could still see the outstanding features of that face.

The beautiful contours had no flaws at all, her makeup-enhanced eyes glistened like waves, an elegant nose, and stunning red lips paired with a smart suit, exuding both intelligence and charm.

Underneath the comments, netizens were buzzing with discussion.

"Three seconds, I need information on this beautiful queen."

"She looks familiar, doesn’t she? If I’m not mistaken, could it possibly be Mrs. Hawthorne?"

"It’s her! Look at that flawless beauty from every angle, and that curvaceous figure! Even as a girl, I totally adore her!"

"She has both looks and talent, no wonder even President Sheffield is overshadowed..."

"So, can someone explain to me why President Hawthorne doesn’t treasure such an amazing wife? Why look for a mistress instead?"

"..."

Jasper Fitzgerald glanced over the comments indifferently, and when he reached the last one, he deeply agreed.

Sabrina, whether in her medical skills, pharmaceutical research abilities, or this system, has proven her extraordinary commercial value.

The said President Hawthorne, known for his sharp insight in the business world, how come he has such poor taste in choosing people?

It seems... rumors shouldn’t be fully trusted!

Jasper Fitzgerald closed the comments and took another look at the person in the photos.

Just then, the phone on the table rang.

He casually picked it up and answered.

It was a call from Dylan Quinlan.

The other side immediately asked, "Got a moment now?"

Jasper Fitzgerald replied casually, "What’s up? Speak."

Dylan Quinlan chuckled, "I don’t have anything in particular, it’s Zara, who wants to talk to you."

"Hmm?"

Jasper Fitzgerald felt slightly surprised.

The little girl actually wanted to reach out to him?

Dylan Quinlan quickly handed the phone to Zara.

The little one took it and with a childish voice called out, "Uncle~"

Jasper Fitzgerald’s look softened, and his voice involuntarily lowered, responding, "Zara, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Zara smoothly expressed her intent with her little voice, "Weekend, want to paint with Uncle... Brain Master said, there’s a contest, win a prize, Zara wants to make Mommy happy."

Jasper Fitzgerald chuckled.

So that’s it!

Since the little one was proactive, as her teacher, he naturally wouldn’t refuse.

Jasper Fitzgerald readily agreed, "This weekend, is it? Sure, Uncle is free."

Upon hearing this, Zara was immediately delighted, "That’s great!"

Jasper Fitzgerald also smiled, "How about last time at the square where we fed the pigeons?"

Zara sweetly replied, "Okay~"

After confirming the arrangement, the call ended shortly after.

That evening, after finishing matters at the exhibition, Sabrina came to pick Zara up from school.

As soon as she saw her, the little one joyfully ran out, her tender face full of unconcealed smiles and anticipation.

Sabrina found her daughter’s expression intriguing.

It was the first time she saw it!

"What good news, baby? You’re so happy?"

Zara held her hand, saying in a soft voice, "Invited Uncle to paint together."

Sabrina was puzzled, "Mr. Fitzgerald? When?"

"This weekend."

Dylan Quinlan, standing by, explained, "Today, Zara took the initiative to invite Wesley. The little girl now shows initiative, which is a very positive sign! It indicates that her autism is improving significantly!"

Sabrina was surprised but also elated.

Nothing makes her happier than seeing her daughter’s progress!

However, she was a bit worried, "Mr. Fitzgerald is so busy, will we disturb him?"

Dylan Quinlan shook his head, "No, he’s already agreed, planned it for the weekend at the pigeon-feeding square, where you and Dr. Nash met before, right?"

Sabrina suddenly realized.

She indeed knew!

Since Mr. Fitzgerald agreed, there was no need to worry further.

Not long after, Sabrina bid farewell to Dylan Quinlan and took Zara home.

In the following days, the company became increasingly busy.

After the product exhibition, N.Z. Tech Corporation became the industry’s rising star.

Countless collaborations came pouring in.

As the main creator of the system, Sabrina and her team needed more time to collaborate, and it wasn’t until Saturday that they could catch their breath.

Early on the weekend morning, as promised, she took Zara to meet Jasper Fitzgerald.

Upon arrival, the man was already waiting inside the café.

Today, he wore a clean white sweater and casual pants, with his coat draped over the chair beside him. Morning light streamed through the glass window, casting a warm glow over him.

The cool aura that once surrounded him suddenly diminished, replaced by an indescribable warmth and elegance.

He held a cup of coffee in his hand.

A faint steam formed a shape, curling upward, making his handsome face even more appealing.

Sabrina found herself momentarily stunned until Assistant Spencer noticed their presence and called out first, "Dr. Nash, Zara."

Jasper Fitzgerald looked up to see her, then she snapped back to reality like waking from a dream, greeting, "Good morning, Mr. Fitzgerald, Assistant Spencer!"

"Morning."

Jasper Fitzgerald replied, placing the coffee on the table.

Sabrina glanced at his distinctly jointed hands for a few seconds and said, "The burn from last time doesn’t seem to have left a scar."

Jasper Fitzgerald paused, raising the corners of his lips, "That was over twenty days ago, you still remember?"

Sabrina nodded, "Of course I remember, after all, it was an injury you sustained protecting me."

She always remembered the kindness others showed her!

Jasper Fitzgerald raised the back of his hand to show her, "With the medicine you gave, it has completely healed, no trace left, no need to worry."

Sabrina nodded.

While they talked, Assistant Spencer helped with their things.

Among them were Zara’s easel, papers, and pens.

Jasper Fitzgerald, known for his efficiency, didn’t spend too long chatting and quickly began preparing for the painting session with Zara.

At this moment, with nothing to do, Sabrina seemed idle and resorted to watching from the side.

Jasper Fitzgerald took care of her well, instructing someone to bring her coffee and small desserts.

However, once the painting started, Sabrina felt bored, flipping through magazines idly then, finding them uninteresting, she requested breadcrumbs from the staff to go outside and feed the pigeons.

She left the space entirely to Jasper Fitzgerald and Zara.

At this point, Zara had just finished the sunrise and was preparing to paint the buildings in the square.

Jasper Fitzgerald was ready to guide her, but his attention was suddenly caught by the figure outside.

In the vast square, there were busy commuters, early morning exercisers, and people walking their dogs...

But none of these scenes could surpass the one he saw.

By the fountain, in the morning light, that figure stood gracefully, her skirt slightly lifted by the breeze, a white pigeon resting on her arm, pecking at the breadcrumbs in her palm.

Perhaps it was the animal’s closeness; Sabrina’s laughter was exceptionally joyous.

The sunlight seemed to dim in comparison at this moment.

Jasper Fitzgerald’s gaze deepened as he turned to Zara, "Today, instead of painting buildings, how about painting a person... capturing your mom’s appearance, what do you think?"