Chapter 6 His Goal

Chapter 6: His Goal Evan took a deep exhale. He glanced at the driver, then to Airina. He couldn’t clearly remember what had happened last night since he got so drunk everything was hazy. But he was certain that there was another presence. Evan questioned, “Was it Jackson who gave us a ride last night?” Airina opened her eyes at his question, “Mhm, you remembered?” Evan snickered, “A little bit,” he clicked his tongue, “How dare he show up in front of us and act almighty?” Airina tugged her lips upwards. She would be lying to say that her heart didn’t flutter at all. She didn’t expect him to come. Despite that she had been informed by Matthew since he rarely participated in such events, she assumed it’d take longer for them to meet each other again. She folded her hand, instantly frowning as she was reminded when he bit her shoulder. Thankfully it was not that hard, if it was, it would have been slightly throbbing from pain. “You said he hit you. Where exactly so I could give him ten-fold of what he did?” Evan worriedly and threateningly asked. Airina shook her head in disagreement, “He didn’t hit me, don’t worry so much.” Evan heaved a relieved sigh. At the same time, the car pulled over in front of his University. Evan smiled at his sister and bid her farewell. “I won’t be able to come home tonight because I’ll be living in the dorm till I graduate.” Airina simply nodded her head, “I get it, but do visit if you have time.” He beamed in delight, “I should. Bye.” “Mhm, take care.” * Matthew stared at her, who was unusually pondering about something solemnly. Earlier in the board meeting, she also didn’t raise her hand to inquire. Normally, she would endlessly inquire about those who were presenting but for some reason, she didn’t and remained quiet. It might be because of last night’s event. He blinked his eyes. “What is the matter?” Airina almost immediately fixed her eyes on him. “U-uh, nothing?” He frowned. His auntie, Wendy Halton, Airina’s biological mother, had told him about Airina’s circumstance and couldn’t even sympathize with her since it may come off unintentionally offensive. He still remembered the first time he saw her and could only shake his head in disbelief. Her eyes were swollen and red – obvious that she spent most of her nights crying. He felt so bad that she had to go through such a miserable marriage. And the same man who hurt her heart came into the Founding Anniversary and made quite the unforgettable scene. Matthew discerned her expression, “The most emotionless face is the most expressive face there was.” Airina powerlessly sighed. “Why are you adamant about knowing?” Matthew smiled, “You worry too much about Jackson.” Airina unwillingly nodded her head. “It’s not that I worry about our relationship, but I am likely just annoyed that I had to see him in such a situation.” “But you didn’t have to spend alone time with him.” Airina was well aware. It is a courteous thing to invite other CEOs to the Founding Anniversary to commemorate the years the company was established. Matthew also thought he wouldn’t come since it wasn’t the first time he had rejected appearing at parties, nor was it his first time of inviting him. Airina sprang from sitting with a sigh. She clicked her tongue, “I just hate his face.” “Rip him apart, I say.” Airina chuckled, “Rather, I’d like to see him cry and beg.” Matthew nodded his head. No one knew how dangerous a woman could be after being cheated on and wanted to get revenge. Matthew could only swallow how saliva roughly knowing that Airina would prevail in this path even if it meant she might get hurt in the process. He followed her figure and averted his eyes with a wistful click of his tongue. * Airina folded her arms at the sight before her – Jackson. Weren’t last night’s ‘coincidental’ occurrences with each other insufficient? Moreover, it was clear that he was merely interested in her and not because he harbors deep affection. She wouldn’t call it a deep affection, but a faint of his emotion carved that way. Is this what he meant by ‘return anyway’? While she was having her leisurely time having coffee and cupcakes, Jackson had to appear right in front of her and act pretentious as though they were close. Pushing him away is not her forte, instead, an exchange of greetings should be done. Her ex-husband was sitting in front of her with an amusing smile. “I thought it would take me a long time to see you again.” “Perhaps.” A word. Airina responded to him with one word. Why? With a dark frown, he coldly asked her. “Is something the matter?” His voice contains both worry and confusion. “Yes.” She straightly answered without waiting for a beat. He offered, “Something I could help with?” “Absolutely.” In an instant, his face became brilliant to which she quirked her brows in bewilderment. “What is it?” She smiled, “Nothing, I suppose you’re too stupid even if I tell you.” He arched his lips, leaned on the chair, and stared at her cupcake before looking at her again. “Did you get a good night’s sleep?” The waiter, whom Jackson ordered from, served the same cupcake Airina ordered on the desk wordlessly. Airina noticed his pettiness and stood up. “Where are you going?” Airina deeply sighed. “Not that I need to inform you.” Just like that, she smoothly headed out of the restaurant without an expression on her face. Early morning surprise from him does her no good. It had been ten months – quite a long time. Jackson didn’t bother chasing after her as he was certain they’d see each other again. Mainly because he has ‘something’ to give. He stood while witnessing her car driving away. “Did you see her?” The assistant confusedly frowned. Since earlier, his boss had been out of his mind after seeing Airina whom he had spent a time with for a moment. He didn’t know what kind of camaraderie they had but it felt suspicious for some reason. “Oh, that woman in the restaurant? She left, Sir” “We should see her again, don’t we?” He emphasized coldly. “… Per… perhaps.” It was fortunate that he had the chance to see her again. Because he dearly missed her. He proclaimed firmly, “I’ll make you mine…”