My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 2325

Ian had to end the call so he said, "I have something to deal with over here. I'll call you another day."

"Bye-bye..." He hung up before I could finish my sentence.

Ian's days seemed to have become much more fulfilling. This was good. Having goals in life would make it much more interesting to live.

I put down my phone and took a sip of the coffee that was at just the right temperature. I looked at the view outside the window and got lost in thought.

Jordan was avoiding me like the plague. How can I make him insanely jealous?

At this time, an old lady was walking on the opposite side of the road with her dog on a leash. She walked very slowly as she had the leash in one hand and a walking stick in the other. A plastic bag that had the logo of a supermarket hung on her walking stick, inside were a few oranges. A young man holding his skateboard passed by and had accidentally cut through the old lady's plastic bag. The oranges kept falling out but went unnoticed by the old lady, probably due to her age-related hearing deficiency. After taking a few steps forward, her Labrador was desperately trying to walk back.

The old lady was initially tugging at the leash. When she couldn't get her dog to budge, she turned around and found that the oranges had fallen on the ground. She then went back to pick them up.

The scene warmed my heart. I thought to myself that maybe I should raise a few dogs in the future.

I shifted my gaze and an idea flashed through my mind. I looked at the old lady and the dog once again. I finally had a plan.

Why haven't I thought of it earlier? Jordan can turn a blind eye to me, but he will never let go of any chance to monitor Hendrix. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come so fast to the lounge on the set.

Then, I shall utilize this fact to my advantage.

"Hello, bill please!"

I cheerfully paid the bill and gave a tip. In a good mood, I chatted with the owner, "Boss, your coffee is really unique!"

"Thank you. I'll give you a homemade dessert the next time you come," Having been affected by my good mood, the chubby owner was elated.

"I will," I smiled gratefully, opened the door and walked onto the street.

The old lady was no longer on the other side of the road. The air was particularly fresh. I stretched and stopped a taxi. I decided to strike while the iron was still hot. "Grand Nonagon, thank you."