Chapter 5 Hitting on Him?

• Hearing this, Ethan slowly turned around and smelled a familiar scent of cape jasmine flowers. At that moment, a glint flashed in his deep eyes.
• Since he had his perfume research and development department develop a cape jasmine perfume four years ago, there had been countless women who tried to approach him with this perfume smell.
• However, the floral scent carried by the girl in front of him was not strong; it was more like the faint fragrance of a shower gel. Thus, it was very light and smelled good.
• Ethan surveyed the fair woman in front of him and found that she looked a bit similar to Cordelia Stratford.
• "Let go." He instinctively pulled away as he disliked contact with random women.
• As for Thea, her mind went blank for a moment when she saw what the man's features looked like. The man in front of her had angular features and sexy thin lips, and he looked a lot like Sebastian.
• No, to be more precise, he looked more like Rowan!
• If Sebastian looked quite similar to Rowan, this man looked even more alike to the boy!
• Countless thoughts flashed through Thea's mind as she stared blankly at this face. Lost in thought, she murmured, "You look like a friend of mine..."
• "Are you going to say that the friend is actually your ex-boyfriend?" A very faint mockery crossed Ethan’s eyes.
• "How do you know?" Thea asked before she felt as if something was wrong.
• He suspects that I’m trying to hit on him, right?
• She bit her tongue in remorse, then hurriedly added, "You and my ex-boyfriend do look alike. That's a fact, but don't get me wrong! Forget it! Forget I said it.”
• Thea wanted to leave quickly, but her jaw was suddenly held tightly by the man's long fingers.
• As Ethan coldly smiled, his tall body leaned downward, and his flawless handsome face approached Thea. Then, Thea looked at the face that was gradually enlarging in front of her. Her eyelashes nervously trembled as she put her hands on his chest, trying to separate the distance between them. "What are you trying to do? I’m warning you! Don’t you dare mess around..."
• At this moment, the two were very close to each other, and their breaths fused with each other.
• After that, Thea's long, thin eyelashes trembled more and more, but just when she thought that Ethan would make a move on her, the man's evil, taunting voice came from above her head.
• "Next time, if you want to attract me, remember to change the cape jasmine perfume to the 520 one. I like that one better."
• Thea jerked back and fiercely pushed him away. "You’re nuts!"
• I didn't mean to hit on you! You jerk!
• Sneering, Ethan withdrew his gaze, then continued to search for his missing son while taking out clean wet wipes from his briefcase. Next, he wiped the fingers she had touched one by one and then threw the soiled wipes into the trash, as disgusted as Thea was of him.
• Thea looked at this scene, dumbfounded.
• Is this dude a clean freak?
• ...
• Hidden in a corner, Benedict stared at the interaction between Ethan and Thea, his lips pursed.
• All along, he had been touted as a child without a mother. Within the Jennings Family, his mother was a taboo topic that the servants could not mention.
• However, now there was a child here who looked exactly like him.
• Is it a coincidence? Or is it something else?
• As Benedict chewed the candy in his mouth, he thought about some possibilities. He was about to swallow the candy in his mouth when he was suddenly picked up by his collar—
• All of a sudden, he choked on the candy, and his face turned red while his eyes shifted uneasily.
• It turned out to be Ethan, who had pulled Benedict out of the hidden bush and put him on the ground.
• "Ugh..." Benedict coughed violently and took multiple deep breaths for a while before swallowing the candy in his throat.
• As soon as he raised his head, he was confronted with Ethan’s darkened, cold face. Seeing Ethan, he withdrew his childlike innocence and hung his head in a restrained manner.
• "Father."
• Ethan had rarely cared about Benedict; the boy was more like a responsibility that he had to shoulder. He coldly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know how much time and energy I wasted in order to find you?"
• Benedict's head hung lower. "Sorry."
• "I’m not here to hear you say sorry. Why did you sneak out?"
• Ethan’s tall figure towered over Benedict, who bit his lower lip and did not speak.
• "I'll assume you're just being playful, but I don’t want this to happen again.”
• Still, Benedict did not say anything.
• Ethan looked at his son’s appearance, his eyebrows slightly knitted as he tugged at his tie. He couldn't bear to see Benedict drooping his head listlessly the most. In fact, the boy did not resemble him at all like this.
• "What are you still standing here for? Don't you know how to go back?"
• "I do..." Benedict tightened his small fists, then silently headed in the direction where the Bentley was parked, and when he got into the car, he stole a glance in the direction of Golden Sun Kindergarten.
• He remembered this place, and he vowed to find the opportunity to come back.
• When he got into the car, he sat in the back seat in a disciplined manner, maintaining an elite-like attitude.
• Seeing that the atmosphere was rather awkward, Dylan shifted his gaze, after which he took out his tablet and handed it to the little boy.
• "Young Master Benedict, the Birthday Villa that your father gave you is ready to be decorated. Here, these are the designers and the styles they specialize in. Take a look and see if you like any of them."
• Looking a little bored, Benedict took the tablet over, and his eyes lit up when he saw one of the designers.
• "Dylan, can I choose any of the designers here?" He widened his big eyes, looking extremely serious.
• Dylan nodded. "Yes."
• "Then I want this one!" Benedict handed the tablet over, and his little finger landed on a picture of a beautiful woman.
• Dylan took a look at the designer's resume on the introduction page and turned to Ethan for advice with some difficulty. "Young Master Ethan, the designer appointed by Young Master Benedict seems to not be qualified enough..."
• "Do what he wants." Ethan did not care much about how the Birthday Villa was decorated; it was just a way to cultivate the little one's ability to think independently.
• ...
• At the Borlee Group, when Thea received the news about her being appointed as the main designer of the Birthday Villa of Benedict Jennings—nicknamed little prince—of the Jennings Family, she thought she had heard it wrong.
• "Me?" Her eyes widened incredulously. "Jocelyn, don't make fun of me..."
• "Who has time to make fun of you? Here, this is the contact information of the person in charge of the other party. Starting tomorrow, you are in charge of this project, so I will give you a hand." Jocelyn articulated herself naturally, not angry at all at Thea for taking the main designer's position.
• When Thea saw that her superior was not joking, she stopped denying it. After all, she had always been very confident in her capabilities.
• However, there were some staff members who were jealous at heart.
• "Wow, she took the position of the main designer just like that! Who would’ve thought? It's only been a few years since she came here, right?"
• "Maybe the little prince does not know anything. He probably just chose her based on her looks.”
• "Pfft, I mean, Thea does look beautiful. At least she has better looks than you. Otherwise, why didn’t the little prince choose you?"
• "Hmph! Let’s wait and see! Who knows if there will be a mistake in the design? Later, Jocelyn might have to clean up after her again, and she’ll lose everything!"
• Yet, Thea did not care about the discontent brewing among her cynical colleagues.
• The Jennings Family is literally on top of the social pyramid in Trentworth City. The design fee for designing the interior of the Birthday Villa will definitely be a huge sum, so if I can do it well, Rowan and I would not have to worry about money for an entire year.
• Thinking about this, Thea was so excited that she immediately contacted the housekeeper and agreed to check out the place tomorrow.