Chapter 23
The reason why Lily was so unbelievable was that in her limited knowledge of Shawn, the feeling he gave people did not match the scene in front of her.
In fact, she was also very uneasy, worried, and afraid when she went to the interview rashly last time.
However, Shawn didn't care who was sent by the magazine office at all.
But that was not the only thing he didn't care about.
Although the interview seemed to go smoothly, Lily felt an invisible pressure during the whole process.
She could guess that Shawn seemed not to be satisfied with her professional ability.
But his dissatisfaction was only shown in his indifferent attitude. That was all.
For example, during the interview, she found that she had made a mistake. She was looking at him secretly in fear, thinking that he would show an extremely dissatisfied expression.
But he didn't mention it at all.
Lily could observe one's speech and behavior. She knew very well that Shawn's attitude to her was not tolerant, but a kind of indifference.
But just now, Lily saw that in the hall on the first floor, Shawn grabbed Vanessa to leave.
She saw that Shawn's expression had changed several times. He was not what Lily remembered.
Thinking of Vanessa's words, Lily suddenly felt that Vanessa had a great background.
...
"Atishoo."
In the air-conditioned car, Vanessa suddenly sneezed.
She covered her mouth with her arm and muttered, "Who cursed me secretly?"
There was no response in the car, which made Vanessa seem to be talking to herself.
Since she had solved the embarrassment herself and had nothing to do, her senses became more sensitive.
In the closed space, the sweet scent floated out from the back seat.
Vanessa slowly turned around, glanced at the egg tarts, and then looked away quietly.
When she turned around, she saw Shawn was looking at her.
The two looked at each other and neither of them spoke.
After a while, Shawn turned around, looked at the intersection ahead, and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
Smiling, Vanessa rubbed her scarf and pointed slightly. "Turn right ahead."
...
Gerlyn Paszza was a private noodle restaurant that opened twenty-four hours a day.
It was located in the depths of the alley and transformed from the old house. The environment was simple, but clean and elegant.
The speciality, the noodles with shrimps, smelt inviting and tasted delicious. One bite was full of fresh fragrance, which was unforgettable.
The smell often appeared in Vanessa's mind at midnight for no reason, making her dying to eat the noodles.
But it was almost eleven o'clock at night, and there were still seven or eight people waiting in line.
After Vanessa and Shawn sat down, a bowl of steaming noodles was served after a while.
Vanessa stirred the noodles twice, raised her head, and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to eat?"
Shawn was sitting opposite her. He glanced at her face and the things in the bowl.
"No."
"Well, the noodles in this restaurant are really delicious. If you don't eat, just forget it."
Vanessa seemed to be a little regretful. She pinched prickly ash with chopsticks and said, "It's a pity that they only have two chefs and their business is good, so they don't cook take out. If one wants to eat, he can only come here. Or I can order the noodles three times a day."
As soon as Vanessa finished her words, she was about to lower her head. She glanced and was suddenly stunned.
She was sitting right in front of the door of the restaurant, with an excellent view, and anyone who came in could be seen clearly.
Her hand holding chopsticks paused. It was easy to confirm that Jackson was one of the group of four who came in.
Glancing at Shawn with his back to the door, Vanessa suddenly became nervous.
She didn't know whether Shawn and Jackson knew each other. But if the three met at this time, it would be embarrassing.
Hence, Vanessa took a quick look outside and said in a low voice, "I'm not feeling well. I need to go to the bathroom."
After saying that, she put down her chopsticks and walked toward the bathroom of the restaurant, leaving no time for Shawn to react.
Shawn looked at her back with an inquiring look.
Then, four men walked to the table and stood behind the line.
Hearing the footsteps, Shawn didn't even raise his head, but looked down at the phone.
The line was long. Jackson and the others were just not far from Shawn.
There were many people in the restaurant. But because it was late at night, most of them had midnight snacks after work. They were tired, so the whole restaurant was quiet.
Jackson, on the other hand, hadn't just gotten off work. Tonight, his college classmate came on a business trip, so he asked two more classmates who were still working in Lantrie to have dinner together.
After dinner, they went to drink for a while. When they finished drinking, they felt hungry again, so they came here to pack some midnight snacks and went back to the hotel.
They chatted casually, and somehow the topic suddenly shifted to Vanessa.
A man put his arm around Jackson's shoulder and asked, "Jackson, we have been classmates for several years. To be honest, why did you suddenly break up with Vanessa?"
When Shawn heard "Vanessa", he was surprised.
He looked away from the phone for a while.
After glancing at Jackson and the others, he continued to read the content on the screen casually.
Jackson was silent for a moment and said, "We have incompatible tempermaments."
"Incompatible tempermaments, really?" The man said, "I think she has a good personality. You have such a good temper. Why do you guys suddenly have incompatible tempermaments?"
"Yes." Someone cut in, "I thought you were a good match. I remember that I had dinner with you some time ago. At that time, my girlfriend said that you looked like a good match."
When Shawn's fingertips stopped on the screen, he frowned and pursed his lips slowly.
"It's true." Jackson didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he was a little impatient. "We have incompatible tempermaments."
As Jackson's friends had drunk and were a little confused, so they didn't notice his emotional change.
"Then who proposed to break up?"
Jackson opened his mouth, rolled his eyes, looked at the ground, and said, "She brought it up."
Everyone was silent for a moment.
After a while, a man laughed two times and his tone was quite disdainful.
"It's normal. After all, she has a different level of contact now, and it's normal for her to have a higher taste. She has seen all kinds of CEOs and CFOs, so she doesn't think much of you, a bank staff."
As soon as he said this, the expression on Jackson's face immediately changed.
Everyone thought that Jackson was angry at the words. So they immediately mediated, "It's OK. You deserve better. Keep the old, you get nothing new."
"Yes, you are so handsome. You can easily find a girlfriend. I think your current girlfriend is good."
"Yes, although she is not as beautiful as Vanessa. Since you live together, the most important thing for your girlfriend is considerate and sensible."
"Well, be open-minded. Vanessa is only beautiful, you can't keep your relationship with her for long. She is too squeamish like a princess. You can tolerate her for a short time. How can you tolerate her all your life?"
"Sir, four pieces of shrimp noodles for takeout."
...
Vanessa stood in the bathroom for a while.
The environment was good and it didn't smell bad, but the incense was so strong that she almost fainted.
She couldn't stand it anymore. She opened the door quietly and looked outside.
There was no one in the queue, and there seemed to be no sign of Jackson in the hall.
Vanessa heaved a sigh of relief. When she was about to open the door, her phone rang.
Shawn: Are you in love with the toilet?
Vanessa glared at him in the corner and walked out slowly.
"I'm not feeling well. Sorry for keeping you waiting."
She sat down with a relaxed look, but she was still worried and looked around.
As soon as Shawn raised his head, he saw her small actions. He sneered silently and smiled.
After confirming that Jackson was no longer here, Vanessa was completely relieved.
But when she picked up the chopsticks, she found that the noodles in the bowl had been lumpy.
"Gee." Because of Jackson's appearance, Vanessa was not in a good mood. Now that her noodles had been lumpy, she stirred them with chopsticks, and instantly lost her appetite.
Shawn put down his phone and didn't urge her.
Vanessa took two bites and stopped eating, but she didn't say anything.
The atmosphere was suddenly low.
After a while, Shawn suddenly said, "Vanessa, raise your head."
Vanessa raised her head and looked at him in confusion.
"What?"
Shawn was staring at her directly, but he didn't speak.
At a loss for being looked at, Vanessa touched her face.
"Is there something on my face?"
Most of the lights in the restaurant were warm yellow, which made people feel appetized and gentle around.
Being looked at by Shawn, Vanessa felt a little scared.
Seeing that Shawn was still staring at her, Vanessa took out the air cushion from her handbag and opened it to have a look at the mirror.
Well, Vanessa thought her face was clean and beautiful.
"What's wrong?"
"So ... big a pair of eyes."
He wanted to say "so beautiful a pair of eyes" subconsciously, but when he saw her vigilant eyes, he changed his words temporarily.
"Why have such a bad taste?"
Vanessa was confused.
Vanessa thought, "Why did he suddenly tease me again?
Did he guess something with the appearance of Jackson?"
Looking at him for a moment, Vanessa felt uneasy and could only change the topic.
She nodded with a smile, "Yes, I used to have a bad taste, but now my taste has been improved."
Shawn lowered his head, lost in thought. After a while, he said in a low voice, "You have a too high taste now."
Vanessa was speechless.
If it weren't for her work, she would have directly put a bowl of noodles on Shawn's head.
But now she could do nothing.
The noodles in the bowl were stirred more and more paste by her. She stared at the noodles, chuckled two times, and whispered, "Cooking iron balls in the paste is exactly the description of you."
Apparently, Shawn didn't understand what she meant.
"What are you talking about?"
Vanessa said, "You're a bastard."
"..."
Shawn took a deep breath and said, "Vanessa."
"OK, OK!" Vanessa nodded, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
However, she still didn't look at Shawn. She lowered her head and couldn't help but mutter, "Not at all. You're are cooking balls in the paste."
Shawn raised his eyes. "What are you muttering about again?"
Vanessa said sulkily, "You're an angry bastard!"
"..."
There was dead silence.
"Do you want more?"
After a long time, Shawn stopped looking and asked.
Vanessa took a look at the lumpy noodles in her bowl and shook her head.
"Forget it. I don't want to eat anymore."
Shawn didn't say anything. He picked up his phone and went out directly.
Vanessa curled her lips at his back and murmured, "You are a bastard. You don't know yourself at all."
Then she picked up her handbag and followed him.
It was already late at night when they came out of the private restaurant.
It was late at night, and there was a lot of dew. Winter bugs were sleeping. It was exceptionally quiet in the alley.
Vanessa stepped on Shawn's shadow and followed him step by step to the parking ground.
They kept silent all the way.
Under the flickering neon lights, the car drove out of the residential area and into the road.
Vanessa didn't have dinner, and the midnight snack was disturbed. She was tired and hungry. Feeling sleepy, she glanced at the console.
After reading the numbers clearly, she blinked and looked at Shawn.
In the dim light, his side face was hidden in the shadow and couldn't be seen clearly. Only the frame of his glasses flashed with a thin light.
Vanessa felt that he might be in a bad mood.
Otherwise, why did he drive at the speed of 50 miles per hour downtown?
But even so, Vanessa still felt sleepy and fell asleep again in Shawn's car.
...
After a long time, Vanessa felt that someone pinched her cheek and slowly woke up.
But when she opened her eyes, Shawn was leaning against the seat, with his arms on the steering wheel, looking at her calmly.
"Here we are?"
Vanessa took a deep breath to be clear-minded. Then she took her handbag and got off the car. "I'm going back. Be careful on the way."
Shawn said softly, "OK."
Subconsciously, Vanessa felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell.
She looked at Shawn for a while, but finally said nothing. She opened the door and got off the car.
Under the street lamps, her shadow was very long.
After a few steps, she finally heard Shawn call her.
"Vanessa."
Vanessa stopped and turned around. "What's wrong?"
The car window had already been rolled down, and Shawn turned his head to look at her. His eyes were blurred in the shadow light.
Vanessa didn't respond, standing.
After a while, Shawn said, "Don't eat too much before sleep."
...
As soon as she got home, Vanessa went into the kitchen.
The only fast food in the refrigerator was a self-heating hot pot. But she really didn't want to eat spicy food, so she ordered a take-out.
After taking a bath, she was already extremely hungry. She lay on the bed and waited for the take-out with her eyes glazed.
After a while, the doorbell rang.
It arrived faster than she had expected.
Vanessa quickly stood up and opened the door.
It wasn't the take-out she had ordered.
The delivery man didn't wear a take-out suit, but a neat uniform of Gerlyn Paszza.
The man handed the food box to Vanessa and said, "Miss Green, your shrimp noodles take out."