The Continent of Europe

Chapter 35's

...CHAPTRE 35...

...HIS JACKET...

Rosaline's hand floated from under her pillow as a loud noise woke her up. With his eyes still closed, his hands pressed the clock randomly on top of the cabinet, trying to turn off the alarm.

He grumbled softly, rolling on his back in his bed while occasionally winking his eyes before opening them perfectly. Adjusting to the sunlight that entered through the window of his room that he did not cover with curtains from last night.

The girl immediately sat on the bedside. His gaze drifted around the room, paying attention to each furniture that had been exposed to sunlight.

He rubbed his eyes then stood up, stretched his back and looked across the cabinet when he heard the noisy ringtone of his phone. Instantly, adrenaline rushed down his body.

The consciousness that had not been fully accumulated immediately gathered perfectly once he looked at his phone screen where James' phone number was clearly displayed.

Oh lord. He forget. Today she and James are going to meet their client, considering the blonde man is done with his proposal.

It will be a disaster, Rosaline thought. He was getting anxious when he found out how many times the blonde man had called him since this morning. In a hurry, Rosaline ran to the bathroom and changed her clothes.

With no time for breakfast or just greeting Reagan and Daniel at the dinner table, the girl jumped out of the house and searched for a bus that was headed for Matilda's company.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the red bus he was looking for finally appeared. In a hurry, Rosaline ran towards the bus and barged in. He snorted annoyedly to find that the entire seat on the bus had been occupied, which meant that there was no empty seat for him to sit on and he had to stand.

Rosaline was now very nervous, constantly combing her brown hair with her face getting pale as time went on. What was 9am changed to 9:15 when he checked his phone screen for the hundredth time that morning.

"He'll definitely kill me" whined Rosaline.

Meanwhile, on the other hand James was constantly sighing. His fingers pinched the base of his nose in frustration waiting for the girl to arrive on time.

But, instead of coming on time as he wished, the girl was even late and this was already an hour past their appointment time. For God's sake! He really wanted to turn the table to vent his anger.

He closed the book he was reading and sat up straight before standing up and groaning. Mutters to herself about Rosaline being late and vows to teach the girl a lesson after she arrives.

James snorted resignedly, putting his hand to the cold window. Out there the world seems to be wrapped gently in a soft blanket of white. It was snowing nonstop, coating everything with a new layer of snow.

It lasted for miles. The bright white scenery was endless and not much else. He knows he's dramatic, but he's sure. He would not be able to go outside without wearing at least five layers of clothing to keep warm. Remember this month is the peak of winter in England.

Pressing his frustration through the glass in the window. He grumbled, glaring at the snow with enough heat to melt it as he watched Rosaline get off the bus and limp into the building.

"That girl," gritted her, gritting her teeth while frowning.

The door thumped loudly as the girl he was waiting for barged in with breathless gasps.

"You're late" he said coldly, crossing his arms and tapping his feet on the floor.

"I'm sorry" Rosaline said with a huff as she appeared. He leaned forward, hands over knees, and took a breath.

James rolled his eyes slowly, not wanting to deal with her even though he was desperate to punish the girl for making them late.

"Come," sorry. He walked up to his desk only to pull a stack of documents from the drawer and hand them to Rosaline, telling the girl to take him.

"Now move that little leg of yours, we should go to the client company to submit a proposal. God, 'cause you we're an hour late!"

"Gwah!" rosaline shouted as she hugged herself when suddenly the cold hit her as soon as they walked out of the building.

"Why are you just wearing a jacketless sweater in the middle of this snowy day?!" He grumbled, staring at Rosaline who was tightly holding the document in her chest, using it as a protector from the cold.

Rosaline simply remained silent, glaring at him for a moment before turning her gaze away. He was too focused to make himself stop trembling uncontrollably from the cold. His lips twitched as his teeth clank.

"Let's hurry," he said, "stop the bus. They won't know if we want to go up if we don't stop them."

James grunting. "Well, we're not gonna go on the bus, stupid."

Roseline raised next to her eyebrows. "And then?"

"My car."

After that, they went to the parking lot. Rosaline could not believe what she saw as soon as they arrived and stopped in front of a black Bugatti. His jaw dropped, mouth wide open along with his widened eyes popped out.

"What's? Never seen an expensive car before, Smith?" He sneered, grinning towards Rosaline who now changed her expression from shocked to upset.

Rosaline spits. "It's so arrogant."

James just rolled his gray eyeballs, over and over again. I don't know how many times he's done that, ever since the project tied him up with the brunette-haired girl. A week with him, sometimes makes James feel weird.

"Come in" he ordered, opening the car door and entering.

"In the front seat?" Ask Rosaline.

James nodded. "Of course in the front seat. I'm not your personal driver."

At first, Rosaline hesitated, feeling anxious as well as agitated. Sure oes. She never forgot one fact that James was Clark's girlfriend and it didn't feel right for her to sit next to him.

But they were already an hour late because of him. If he refused to sit next to her and was still stubborn about choosing the bus, the man would definitely kill her. So, in a hesitant voice and said 'excuse me' Rosaline sat down beside the man.

The AC in the car touched Rosaline's skin as she leaned her back against the chair, making the girl shiver again. He rubbed his hands together, exhaling in order to keep him warm even if only slightly.

It would be a lie if James did not realize how cold the girl was. He looked at her for a long time, and then said, "is your family so poor that they can't afford to buy you a thick jacket? As far as I know, I've seen you at Anne's Fashion. Just so you know, that place is a prestigious boutique for the rich."

Her voice was more mocking than caring and it only made Rosaline sigh in annoyance. "Well, I don't have time to look for my jacket in the closet. So here I am, sitting with you in a sweater."

"It's your fault you came late."

Rosaline chuckles. "Yes, yes, thank you for reminding me, Mr. Adler."

James grunting. He opened the car door beside her, making Rosaline raise her next to his eyebrow as the man went to the back of the car and opened the luggage door. James returns, and throws a puffer jacket at Rosaline.

"Use it. I don't want you to get sick and leave me with all the work you're supposed to do."

With that, Rosaline simply stared at the man in horror. It was as if he had just seen a ghost with his eyes.