Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk-Chapter 960: Where Did These Upstarts Come From?

"Professor Bishop said that your emotions shouldn’t have too many ups and downs. Since the matter hasn’t been properly resolved, there’s no need for more people to worry, so I’ll bear it alone."

Jasper Sinclair spoke so sincerely that it left no room for rebuttal.

Especially when he looked at Nora Northwood, the love and concern in his eyes were impossible to hide.

Her mood at play, the appetite Nora lost suddenly returned in full force.

By the time afternoon tea ended, the sun had completely set.

Walking from the restaurant to the square, Nora touched her belly and said, "Looks like dinner is off the table today."

"Maybe we can have a late-night snack instead and feed the pigeons to digest."

So the two of them turned back to the restaurant.

The restaurant’s staff recognized these two Asian faces; they were guests who had just stepped out of their restaurant.

Walking together, Jasper and Nora were truly eye-catching, making it hard for others to forget them.

"Excuse me, do you provide food for pigeons here?"

He remembered that Tina said they did.

Nora meekly followed behind him, clutching one of his fingers, listening to him fluently ask for pigeon food in American English.

Nora always felt like everything happening now had a sense of unreality.

Her mind wandered again. What exactly counts as reality?

She thought buying all the restaurant’s pigeon food would be just like Jasper’s way of doing things.

Thinking of this, Nora couldn’t help but laugh, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescents.

After she finished laughing, she realized that both Jasper and the waiter were staring at her.

For some reason, she felt like a student caught misbehaving in class.

Nora gave an embarrassed smile, "Sorry."

The waiter complimented her on being adorable, and after leaving the restaurant, Jasper asked her what she was laughing about.

Nora answered honestly, "I was just thinking about whether you’d buy up all the pigeon food in the restaurant."

"If one bag of pigeon food isn’t enough for you, then I might consider your suggestion."

"No! That won’t be necessary!"

Nora dared not imagine if these foreigners would secretly talk about them behind their backs, asking where such nouveau riche came from.

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The pigeons swirled above the square, and Nora chose an inconspicuous corner, pulling Jasper to sit down.

"Let’s listen to some music."

In the center of the square, a band of young boys played, with drums, guitars, saxophones... everything was there.

Noticing that Nora’s eyes hadn’t left the band conductor, Jasper couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

"Aren’t we feeding the pigeons?"

Curiously, he spoke just as the song hit its climax, and all of Nora’s attention was focused on the music, missing what Jasper had said.

She leaned closer, wanting him to repeat himself, "What did you say?"

"I asked you, does it look nice?"

Every word was squeezed out of Jasper’s clenched teeth.

At this moment, Nora hadn’t realized the jar of jealousy beside her had already tipped over.

Instinctively, she answered, "Yes, it looks nice."

Immediately, there was no sound from Jasper, only an extra bag of pigeon food in her arms.

Turning her head, Nora saw Jasper’s expressionless face, looking just like an old cadre dispatched by the city to inspect a project, unhappy with its progress but too proud to say it outright, expressing everything through his expression.