Bring Your A Game, Mr

After getting back to the Griffith Residence, Elise breathed a sigh of relief. So much had happened today, and she still had trouble making sense of it all.

While she was in the car just now, she studied Alexander’s face closely through the rearview mirror, but it was so dark in the car that she didn’t get to see his expression clearly. She had thought a lot about ‌it on their way home, but she still couldn’t figure out why he would step in all of a sudden. It would have been more in character for him to just stand by and look on. Maybe he’s not one to judge people by their looks? An actual good guy perhaps?

Without giving it much thought, she went back to her room and changed out of the evening dress. After deliberately putting on a pair of old-fashioned pajamas, she walked into Alexander’s study; placed on the desk were a tall stack of documents and several photos scattered here and there. “Here’s your suit jacket. Thanks for helping me out just now.”

Alexander shot a glance at the woman standing in front of his desk. Then, he replied expressionlessly, “You don’t need to give it back to me.”

Elise replied, “If you think it’s dirty, I can send it to the dry-cleaner’s.”

Alexander raised his head to look at her. “I don’t want it anymore,” he replied slowly.

a sneer, “You’re leaving this to me? Then I’ll throw it away.” With that, she threw

a word. Upon seeing this, she felt like she was being snubbed. At first, she had wanted to wash the suit jacket, return it, and express her thanks, but it seemed that she had read too much into his

gaze to Elise when he saw the

his strange question, Elise replied with

person before her blew his top all of a sudden. “As expected of a bumpkin from the countryside! Who are you to copy Ashlyn’s way of dressing? Hah! I almost laughed myself to death back there. Don’t you know yourself? Even the prettiest clothes wouldn’t make you look any better. Alexander saved you from embarrassment today, yet you threw his clothes

with Danny at first, but she could no longer stand it when he kept calling her ‘bumpkin.’ She shoved Danny out of her way, took a checkbook out of her bedroom,

and examined it over and over. “This check’s not a

Elise was utterly speechless.

her, Danny said with a mischievous grin, “Since you’re from the countryside, I won’t force you to fork out the money. How about this? We’ll drop the matter if you apologize to

speak to Elise like that at other times, she would’ve flung the check in their face right away. But now, she was only an ordinary person from the countryside. Shooting a disdainful glance at Danny, she retorted, “Why

grateful when someone gives