The Continent of Europe

Chapter 59's

...CHAPTRE 59...

...CLARK'S ANGER...

"What on earth is happening to you, James?"

Just by looking at his facial expression, Rosaline could surmise that the blond man was angry. Although it did not show action, its face was enough to emit a dark aura around it.

It was as if from the water his face and the look in his eyes told everyone to stay away or not to put any attention on him.

James, fiddling with his laptop, looked up when Rosaline asked him to speak. He tilted his head to the other side only to throw the brunnete-haired girl a puzzled look.

"What?" Ask.

Rosaline's shoulder that had been tightened slowly relaxed as a sigh of fatigue came out of her small lips. The girl sat herself down next to James, still not taking her eyes off the blond man who was watching her with a million questions.

"Is there anything that's bothering you right now? You know, you have to look at your own face in the mirror. The wrinkle over there makes you look like my dead grandfather."

James grunting. He pushed away Rosaline who was mocking him by imitating the wrinkles on her face with a light giggle.

Well, Rosaline knew something was bothering the man. James is somewhat similar to his twin brother, Reagan. If something was bothering him, the frown on his face said everything.

"I didn't think of anything, Rosie. Just—oh **** whatever it is, I can't hold it any longer. I broke up with him."

Rosaline could not help but remain calm, and her jaw was gaping. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the man, looking for a joke or lie there.

James smiled and shrugged his shoulders. It was as if telling the girl that it was not a lie.

"You... Break up with Clark?" ask Rosaline. His voice stutters.

James nodded. "Yes. That day. The golden money gathering."

Suddenly Rosaline recalled a flashback about her unexpected encounter with Clark at a dinner with gold money. The topic they were talking about as well as the small quarrel in the hall of James' house, still lingered in his memory.

"How did your father react? As I recall your relationship with him was arranged by your father. So— ah.. I don't know what else to say."

His face slowly softened like butter as they exchanged glances. James only let his gray eyes stare at him intensely while Rosaline instead. He's worried. Sure oes. Worried if something bad happened to him or James himself after the two golden money broke up.

"My father still hasn't heard anything about our breakup, so I guess for now I'm safe. Only my mother knows."

Somehow Rosaline really wanted to squeeze James' hand and stretch out her hand just to pull the man into a memorial embrace. But, their relationship was just a friend, there was nothing else that could make him do that and comfort him.

Rosaline turned her head to the other side just to catch up with time. It's noon, it's lunch time. Maybe the food could make James feel a little better.

"Let's go to the cafeteria," suggested Rosaline and stood up from her seat.

Just two steps away from her chair, Rosaline felt a hand wrapped around her wrist. He closed his eyes, before slowly opening them again as he turned around only to find James' hand was there. Grasping it so tightly.

Rosaline bit her lower lip, unsure of what to do or say now. He simply raised his emerald eyes looking at the blonde with a look of pity.

Really, if Rosaline were to stare into it, the blonde man's gray eyes were truly beautiful. A deep blue color all around her and a glint on it, Rosaline could see herself there. It is like standing around something gray and blue.

"Don't get out of here, Rosie. Stay here a little longer. Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone right now. I need someone."

Oh, true.

How could he forget. It was his fault from the beginning. If he listened to the three girls and never approached the crowd that day where Clark was walking down the corridor. Something like this is not going to happen. He won't be friends with Clark, won't know James, nor will he be together on this project.

"I just want to buy food for us, James," exclaimed Rosaline.

The more Rosaline tried to pull the man's hand from his wrist, the more James tightened his grip. The man did not let her go. He locked his gaze between the girl's emerald eyes as if telling her to return to her seat.

Rosaline felt very defeated by

that gaze immediately threw his body into his seat again. This time, James slowly loosened his grip, but remained unwilling to let go.

"After this we can eat. You can order anything you like in the cafeteria, but you have to listen to my story first."

Rosaline rolled her eyes lazily and nodded. "Fines. Treat me when you're done telling me your story. Get ready for your empty purse to spring after this."

James shrugged his shoulders. "Well I still have a lot of money in my ATM. Practicing you won't be able to spend my wealth."

...•—— ⁠✿ ——•...

"WALMINE!!"

Everyone outside his room stiffened in fear as the sound of broken items rang out from behind the door. They know who and where the sound is coming from. Sure oes. Clark Sadie Jenkins's. Their employers are very angry and spoiled.

The workers in the house glanced at each other, as if signaling each other to enter the young lady's room and clean up any mess she made.

However, years of experience working with the Jenkins family made them realize not to enter the room when the employer was in the middle

run amok.

"We must tell the great master!" One of them whispered.

"Yes. Only the great master can stop the young miss from destroying everything in her room. I don't want to clean up the shards of the shard in that room!"

While the workers out there are overwhelmed by the mess he's been in, Clark keeps shouting angrily while occasionally pinning Rosaline's name in mockery. He threw everything made of shard to the floor, leaving the shards of the shard scattered.

"Fuck you, Rosaline! You betrayed me fucking! And now you're trying to take James from me?! Goddamnit! Just die you!"

His anger grew even more intense when he recalled how James said he liked Rosaline that night and how they held each other in Matilda's. God, he hates her.

"Damn you're just a useless lowly Rosaline! You're not as worth the golden money as we are!"

Clark stomped his feet toward the table where his phone lay stiff and pressed every number on his screen.

"Rosaline Mary Smith. Find out who the girl is

actually and his family background. Don't let him live quietly after this!"

"[Okay young lady!]"