CHAPTER 98: CHAPTER 98: JASPER FITZGERALD: I DON’T WANT YOU TO BE SO DISTANT WITH ME

Hearing this, the unease that had just surfaced in Sabrina was inexplicably soothed.

Yes.

Her darling Zara is an understanding and thoughtful little sweetheart.

She can surely discern who truly loves her.

Sabrina nodded and immediately comforted the little one, "It doesn’t hurt, just a bit red. Zara, don’t worry."

Zara seemed disbelieving, her little brows almost knitted together.

Sabrina found it adorable, couldn’t help but kiss her, and then extended her hand, "How about you blow on it for Mommy? The pain will surely fly away!"

Little Zara nodded immediately and began to pucker her lips, blowing hard on her wrist.

The little one already had rosy lips and pearly teeth, and with her cheeks puffed out, she looked like a little glutinous rice dumpling, her expression was so serious that it was impossible not to laugh.

Sabrina felt her heart melt.

Beside them, Jasper Fitzgerald watched, and the eyes that were always indifferent seemed to thaw with a touch of softness.

Zara kept blowing until the waiter finished serving the dishes.

The dinner went quite pleasantly, and no one mentioned what had happened downstairs earlier.

Sabrina also put Jordan Hawthorne out of her mind.

Worrying about a man who doesn’t trust her is pure emotional wastage!

But after leaving, Jordan Hawthorne was still fuming with anger.

As soon as he got in the car, he instructed Chase Lynch, "Go and find out about that man, what’s his background!"

Chase hesitated for a moment, then said, "Couldn’t find anything before, maybe he’s not even from Veridia."

Jordan frowned.

Not from Veridia?

Then Sabrina would have even less chance to meet people from outside, right?

Back then, before graduating from college, she was invited by grandmother to the Hawthorne Family to treat Jordan’s legs.

Later, she directly married into the Hawthorne Family.

Over the years, she hardly ever left Veridia, even rarely going back to her hometown.

Recalling the brief encounter with that man, Jordan squinted his eyes, "Maybe, he’s from some hidden noble house, try looking into that."

"Understood."

Chase took the order and then asked, "So, should we wait or go back now?"

Jordan irritably tugged his tie, "Go back."

He’s not interested in watching Sabrina dine with another man.

Chase didn’t dare delay, quickly starting the car.

Half an hour later, Jordan arrived home.

In the vast Hawthorne Manor, aside from the orderly servants, the place felt empty upon entering.

In the past, he never felt this way, but tonight, he inexplicably felt uneasy.

At some point, the house lacked someone to approach and ask if he was tired, no little bundle to affectionately call him daddy.

Only the butler came forward to greet him respectfully, "Young Master, you’re back at this hour, have you had dinner? Would you like me to prepare something for you?"

Jordan hadn’t eaten, of course.

He rarely came home for meals before, but there would always be hot soup waiting for him.

Due to the argument earlier, Jordan had no appetite, replied lightly, "No need, just a bowl of soup will do."

The butler was taken aback, instinctively said, "The kitchen didn’t make soup."

Jordan calmly unbuttoned his shirt, remarked casually, "How could there be none? Sabrina used to send it."

The butler suddenly understood and hesitated, "Well... the Young Madam personally made medicinal soups based on your daily health needs. Only she knew how to adjust the herbs.

Sometimes for fatigue, other times to replenish energy for your late nights... Now that she’s not here, the chef doesn’t know how to mix the herbs, even if they did, they wouldn’t know how to remove the bitterness, the taste wouldn’t be good...

Nanny Warren tried before, but the taste was miles off, and you definitely wouldn’t like it, Young Master!"

Jordan was utterly stunned.

Those soups were all personally made by Sabrina?

The butler saw his surprised expression, couldn’t help but sigh internally.

It seems... the Young Master never knew about this before.

How neglectful must one be, to overlook the Young Madam’s so many efforts?

...

Sabrina wasn’t aware of this.

After dinner, it was already eight o’clock when she and Jasper Fitzgerald finished.

Out of gentlemanly conduct, Jasper naturally drove the mother and daughter directly to their door.

Getting out of the car, Sabrina habitually thanked Jasper in the back seat, "Thank you so much, Mr. Fitzgerald, for spending so much time treating Zara today."

At this moment, half of the man’s body was shrouded in darkness, the other half illuminated by the streetlight.

The light outlined the contours of his handsome face, tiny specks of light shimmered in his deep eyes, resembling a starry night.

He looked on indifferently, his expression cool with a hint of amusement, "Miss Nash seems to like saying thank you? You’ve probably said it over ten times today! Didn’t you just buy me dinner? Why so formal?"

"Ah..."

Sabrina was taken aback, not knowing how to respond.

In her view, a meal couldn’t make up for his help with Zara.

Even though she tried hard to repay this favor each time, it still felt insufficient!

Jasper seemed to sense her thoughts, his tone warm and deep, "It’s okay, if one meal isn’t enough, you can treat me to several. I don’t mind."

"Ah?"

Sabrina didn’t immediately get it.

Mr. Fitzgerald... is he asking her out to another meal?

Jasper saw her dazed expression, the amusement in his eyes deepening, "What, unwilling? Afraid I’ll eat you out of house and home?"

"No, no, if Mr. Fitzgerald is willing, of course, I’m happy to."

Sabrina hurriedly replied.

"That’s settled then. Next time you treat me to a meal, no more thank you’s. Go on, see you later!"

After saying goodbye, the man rolled up the window and instructed Nash Spencer to drive away.

The luxurious Maybach quickly blended into the night.

It was only then that Sabrina gathered herself and blinked.

Just now, did Mr. Fitzgerald mean that... he didn’t want her to be too distant?

If so, that means Mr. Fitzgerald already considers her a friend.

Only between friends, it’s unnecessary to be so formal!

Next time, she can hold back on the thank you’s!

Understanding this, Sabrina quickly took Zara upstairs.

At home, her parents and Tessa were waiting for them.

As soon as they entered, the elders eagerly asked, "How was it? How was the food at that restaurant? Did Mr. Fitzgerald enjoy it? Were you hospitable enough?"

"He liked it, the food was great, and there was no neglect."

Sabrina answered honestly, "Thank you, mom and dad, for splurging!"

Charles Hayes swooped up Zara, unconcerned, "What’s the big deal if he can treat darling Zara, it’s worth it even if we go bankrupt."

Galina Young agreed from the side, "Yes, and we owe it all to Tessa’s recommendation, otherwise your dad and I wouldn’t know where to find a good restaurant."

Tessa Hughes laughed sheepishly, about to say ’it was nothing,’ when she noticed the marks on Sabrina’s wrist.

"Sabrina, what happened here? Why is there such a heavy mark? Did someone hit you?"