Jonah paused in the middle of his meal. A small frown crept across his brow, and he silently turned his gaze away. Chapter 32 After the meal, Jonah couldn't shake off the faint floral scent lingering on Tara. Tara stayed focused on her work. Even when Soren raised his brows at her from across the table, she acted as if she didn't see it. If she gave even a single glance, he'd definitely stir something up.

Lance had gotten used to looking up and seeing Tara sitting across from him, but when he looked up today, he couldn't see her. Jonah's tall frame had blocked her completely. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he glanced at Tara sitting diagonally across. After that, he didn't look at her again. Night fell, and light rain started to drift down when Shawn returned. The moisture in the air soaked into everyone's clothing, leaving everything damp.

Terence quickly instructed her to take an umbrella and fetch Shawn. Tara picked up the umbrella by the entryway and jogged into the rain. She reached the car just as Shawn was getting out. Shawn was tall. Even though Tara stood at five feet six inches, she still came up short next to him. She raised the umbrella high, trying her best to keep Shawn fully covered. She didn't think about herself at all. The slanting drizzle fell freely on her, soaking through the thin clothes covering her back.

Shawn noticed. His eyes swept over her focused profile. She seemed unaware of how wet her back had become. He reached out to take the umbrella, angling it toward her side. "No, walk slowly," Shawn uttered gently and politely. Tara looked up at him, slightly surprised. Then, she slowed her steps and kept her eyes on the ground. The ground was slick because of the rain. She couldn't afford to slip in front of Shawn. If she did, someone would say she was trying to seduce him again.

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Upstairs on the second floor, Lance and Soren were sipping wine. Both their gazes were fixed on the scene below. "When did Shawn become this considerate?" Soren asked teasingly. Lance kept his eyes on the slender figure that had passed under the umbrella. "You're the one who dealt with Jasper, right?" That day, Soren had only mentioned to Lance that Tara turned Jasper down. They hadn't discussed it in detail. "It's just something I did in passing.

Doesn't count as helping," Soren responded, neither confirming nor denying it. "We both know how ruthless Jasper is. A rare beauty like Tara falling into his hands..." Soren trailed off. He and Lance both knew what would've happened to her. Lance kept his lips pressed tight. His gaze was fixed on the now-empty lawn below.

"It's only right we might not think much of women like Tara, who know how to use their looks to draw people in, but Jasper's interest in her is entirely pretentious," Soren added. If she wasn't working at this villa, she would've never crossed paths with Jasper. Lance said nothing; he just kept listening. Something crossed someone's mind, and he mused, "I didn't expect Tara to reject Jasper.

If she weren't clear-headed enough, even I couldn't protect her." He remembered every word she said by the pool yesterday. The memory was crystal clear. Soren seemed to think of something amusing and asked Lance, "You know what she said to me yesterday?" On the couch, Jonah was going through company documents. He seemed uninterested in their conversation.