Chapter 128: Don't Ask Again
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Chester had a mild exterior. He gave off a mellow and friendly vibe. It was easy for him to leave a favorable impression on other people. When he spoke to Emily, he did not mention anything concerning her job, instead he chatted with her at ease.
"Miss Emily, do you like your current job?" he asked.
Emily peeked at Jacob subconsciously, and then gently answered,"Yes, it's not so bad."
In truth, designing jewelry was Emily's natural calling; it's what she loved doing the most, but there was no denying that she could learn a lot of things under the proper guidance of Jacob.
Emily's goal was plain and simple: she wanted to rely on her own capabilities to exact her revenge upon Jack for hurting her.
"Do you feel stressed at times?" asked Chester. Evidently, Chester was the kind of person who could make friends with almost no effort at all. He spoke as if he were an old acquaintance of Emily.
Jacob sat beside him with a calm facial expression. He did not dissuade them from talking, which implied to Emily that Chester was a person she could trust.
Chester spoke tenderly, wittily and humorously. Emily's nerves relaxed gradually as they continued with the conversation.
Before long, Jacob brought over a cup of warm milk and handed it to Emily. "Have some milk," said Jacob.
Emily felt embarrassed by Jacob's display of affection in front of an outsider. How could she sit there while Jacob brought her milk? She was his assistant, and it was supposed to be her job to bring drinks for Jacob and his friend, not the other way around. She wanted to stand up to receive the cup of milk out of respect for Jacob. It was not proper anyway.
However, as soon as she got up, Jacob gently pushed her back down.
"Don't worry. Chester is not an outsider," Jacob comforted.
Emily was slightly taken aback by Jacob's uninhibited attitude, as she turned to look at Chester. She was surprised to find that there was no change in Chester's facial expression, as if it was completely normal for Jacob to act the way he did.
Seeing the easy-going nature of the man helped to calm Emily's nerves.
Emily took a sip of milk from the cup and then heard Chester ask her another casual question.
"Do you like drinking coffee, Miss Emily?"
"Not really." Soon, Emily couldn't help wondering whether Jacob asked her to come in just to chat with the man.
"I used to like drinking coffee a long time ago. When I was a child, my father used to drink a lot of coffee, and that's when I sta
y was barely conscious when she was taken to the other side of the sofa. She barely held onto Jacob's shirt, as she got laid down by Jacob's strong arms.
"I feel bad... I feel really sick..." she mumbled.
"It's all right. It's all right," said Jacob, soothing her with his words. Jacob lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and then covered her with a blanket. He looked at her and said,"Get some rest. You will feel better after a while."
Emily's breathing gradually stabilized. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep, dozing away like a peaceful angel.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Jacob. He walked over to the side and lowered his voice. Then he began to unbutton his shirt to take off his dirty clothes.
Chester lowered his voice as well and finally responded,"Miss Emily's strong reaction shows that the memory is etched very deep in her mind and over the years it has become a serious psychological damage."
He stopped and observed Jacob. When he realized that Jacob was not agitated, he continued,"Mr. Jacob, you are too soft-minded. In fact, this method is very effective to force her to face her nightmares and then to guide her to overcome the mental trauma. However, since the hypnotherapy was interrupted midway, it will be hard to get her to open her mind in the same way again."
Having heard Chester's real opinion, Jacob turned and looked at Emily sleeping peacefully on the sofa. He gave a bitter smile as he realized how weak he had become ever since he met Emily.
Soft hearted?
Ironically, just when he had decided to pursue this woman, his heart was no longer under his control.
It was a disease that had no cure.
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Chester had a mild exterior. He gave off a mellow and friendly vibe. It was easy for him to leave a favorable impression on other people. When he spoke to Emily, he did not mention anything concerning her job, instead he chatted with her at ease.
"Miss Emily, do you like your current job?" he asked.
Emily peeked at Jacob subconsciously, and then gently answered,"Yes, it's not so bad."
In truth, designing jewelry was Emily's natural calling; it's what she loved doing the most, but there was no denying that she could learn a lot of things under the proper guidance of Jacob.
Emily's goal was plain and simple: she wanted to rely on her own capabilities to exact her revenge upon Jack for hurting her.
"Do you feel stressed at times?" asked Chester. Evidently, Chester was the kind of person who could make friends with almost no effort at all. He spoke as if he were an old acquaintance of Emily.
Jacob sat beside him with a calm facial expression. He did not dissuade them from talking, which implied to Emily that Chester was a person she could trust.
Chester spoke tenderly, wittily and humorously. Emily's nerves relaxed gradually as they continued with the conversation.
Before long, Jacob brought over a cup of warm milk and handed it to Emily. "Have some milk," said Jacob.
Emily felt embarrassed by Jacob's display of affection in front of an outsider. How could she sit there while Jacob brought her milk? She was his assistant, and it was supposed to be her job to bring drinks for Jacob and his friend, not the other way around. She wanted to stand up to receive the cup of milk out of respect for Jacob. It was not proper anyway.
However, as soon as she got up, Jacob gently pushed her back down.
"Don't worry. Chester is not an outsider," Jacob comforted.
Emily was slightly taken aback by Jacob's uninhibited attitude, as she turned to look at Chester. She was surprised to find that there was no change in Chester's facial expression, as if it was completely normal for Jacob to act the way he did.
Seeing the easy-going nature of the man helped to calm Emily's nerves.
Emily took a sip of milk from the cup and then heard Chester ask her another casual question.
"Do you like drinking coffee, Miss Emily?"
"Not really." Soon, Emily couldn't help wondering whether Jacob asked her to come in just to chat with the man.
"I used to like drinking coffee a long time ago. When I was a child, my father used to drink a lot of coffee, and that's when I sta
y was barely conscious when she was taken to the other side of the sofa. She barely held onto Jacob's shirt, as she got laid down by Jacob's strong arms.
"I feel bad... I feel really sick..." she mumbled.
"It's all right. It's all right," said Jacob, soothing her with his words. Jacob lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and then covered her with a blanket. He looked at her and said,"Get some rest. You will feel better after a while."
Emily's breathing gradually stabilized. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep, dozing away like a peaceful angel.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Jacob. He walked over to the side and lowered his voice. Then he began to unbutton his shirt to take off his dirty clothes.
Chester lowered his voice as well and finally responded,"Miss Emily's strong reaction shows that the memory is etched very deep in her mind and over the years it has become a serious psychological damage."
He stopped and observed Jacob. When he realized that Jacob was not agitated, he continued,"Mr. Jacob, you are too soft-minded. In fact, this method is very effective to force her to face her nightmares and then to guide her to overcome the mental trauma. However, since the hypnotherapy was interrupted midway, it will be hard to get her to open her mind in the same way again."
Having heard Chester's real opinion, Jacob turned and looked at Emily sleeping peacefully on the sofa. He gave a bitter smile as he realized how weak he had become ever since he met Emily.
Soft hearted?
Ironically, just when he had decided to pursue this woman, his heart was no longer under his control.
It was a disease that had no cure.
Chester had a mild exterior. He gave off a mellow and friendly vibe. It was easy for him to leave a favorable impression on other people. When he spoke to Emily, he did not mention anything concerning her job, instead he chatted with her at ease. "Miss Emily, do you like your current job?" he asked. Emily peeked at Jacob subconsciously, and then gently answered,"Yes, it's not so bad."In truth, designing jewelry was Emily's natural calling; it's what she loved doing the most, but there was no denying that she could learn a lot of things under the proper guidance of Jacob. Emily's goal was plain and simple: she wanted to rely on her own capabilities to exact her revenge upon Jack for hurting her. "Do you feel stressed at times?" asked Chester. Evidently, Chester was the kind of person who could make friends with almost no effort at all. He spoke as if he were an old acquaintance of Emily. Jacob sat beside him with a calm facial expression. He did not dissuade them from talking, which implied to Emily that Chester was a person she could trust. Chester spoke tenderly, wittily and humorously. Emily's nerves relaxed gradually as they continued with the conversation. Before long, Jacob brought over a cup of warm milk and handed it to Emily. "Have some milk," said Jacob. Emily felt embarrassed by Jacob's display of affection in front of an outsider. How could she sit there while Jacob brought her milk? She was his assistant, and it was supposed to be her job to bring drinks for Jacob and his friend, not the other way around. She wanted to stand up to receive the cup of milk out of respect for Jacob. It was not proper anyway. However, as soon as she got up, Jacob gently pushed her back down. "Don't worry. Chester is not an outsider," Jacob comforted. Emily was slightly taken aback by Jacob's uninhibited attitude, as she turned to look at Chester. She was surprised to find that there was no change in Chester's facial expression, as if it was completely normal for Jacob to act the way he did. Seeing the easy-going nature of the man helped to calm Emily's nerves. Emily took a sip of milk from the cup and then heard Chester ask her another casual question. "Do you like drinking coffee, Miss Emily?""Not really." Soon, Emily couldn't help wondering whether Jacob asked her to come in just to chat with the man. "I used to like drinking coffee a long time ago. When I was a child, my father used to drink a lot of coffee, and that's when I stay was barely conscious when she was taken to the other side of the sofa. She barely held onto Jacob's shirt, as she got laid down by Jacob's strong arms. "I feel bad... I feel really sick..." she mumbled. "It's all right. It's all right," said Jacob, soothing her with his words. Jacob lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and then covered her with a blanket. He looked at her and said,"Get some rest. You will feel better after a while."Emily's breathing gradually stabilized. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep, dozing away like a peaceful angel. "What's wrong with her?" asked Jacob. He walked over to the side and lowered his voice. Then he began to unbutton his shirt to take off his dirty clothes. Chester lowered his voice as well and finally responded,"Miss Emily's strong reaction shows that the memory is etched very deep in her mind and over the years it has become a serious psychological damage."He stopped and observed Jacob. When he realized that Jacob was not agitated, he continued,"Mr. Jacob, you are too soft-minded. In fact, this method is very effective to force her to face her nightmares and then to guide her to overcome the mental trauma. However, since the hypnotherapy was interrupted midway, it will be hard to get her to open her mind in the same way again."Having heard Chester's real opinion, Jacob turned and looked at Emily sleeping peacefully on the sofa. He gave a bitter smile as he realized how weak he had become ever since he met Emily. Soft hearted? Ironically, just when he had decided to pursue this woman, his heart was no longer under his control. It was a disease that had no cure.
