In Her Debt
“That’s why I say,” said Arielle as she pushed the bowl of soup in front of Terry, “nourish yourself and
get back to Donovan’s class. Although not that spectacular, he still made it through the early
admissions process. He ought to be someone who’s well suited to guide the students in this respect.”
Terry silently sat down in a slump. At Arielle’s insistence, he had no choice but to return to receive
Donovan’s tutelage.
After his departure, Arielle received an unexpected call from Selena.
Could it be that there are leads on that man in the photograph?
Arielle shot up to her feet. With a solemn look about her, she walked toward the outside of the cafeteria
to answer.
Jared regarded Arielle from the rear and could not refrain from his impetus to air his concerns with
Trisha. “I keep having the feeling that Boss is here with reasons beyond wanting to keep us company
through the examinations. I wonder if she’s in some sort of trouble, seeing how serious she looked…”
However, Trisha seemed ambivalent toward the various hypotheses Jared rattled off the tip of his
tongue.
He arched his neck over to check on Trisha, only to discover that she had fallen asleep with the spoon
between her teeth.
Fancy falling asleep even when eating… Sheesh…
Jared found his own gaze invariably drawn to Trisha’s face, which he went on to study intently.
Although mildly pudgy in a way that’s completely contrary to the more contemporary sort of fair, slim,
and doe-like aesthetics that were highly sought after, Trisha’s features are honestly quite delightful.
Delicate, exquisite, and adorned by those long, luscious lashes… It’s not difficult to foresee that she
could become a real beauty with a little help on the weight management front. Besides, she is in fairly
decent shape at present and already quite the babe if one isn’t too particular about skinniness.
“What are you looking at?” Arielle’s voice suddenly rang out.
Jared’s heart jumped, and he immediately and sheepishly rescinded his own gaze. Clearing his throat,
he tried to play it cool. “I was just wondering how Trisha could fall asleep even in the middle of a meal.”
“Isn’t that just adorable?” said Arielle with a wink.
That put a massive blush on Jared’s face, and he scratched his head nervously. “Come on, Boss. Don’t
tease me like that…”
Arielle responded with a genial shrug. “All right, enough of that. It isn’t entirely on her because ever
since she got hurt, I have been putting her on some medication: a herb with a sedative quality. It’s
pretty impressive that she’s been able to stave off her drowsiness till now, but I have to trouble you to
lend a hand in helping her back to the dorm.”
“To the dorm, you say?” Jared’s brows knitted. “Who knows what else would Wendy do to her…”
“Not to her previous dorm, but to mine. After I graduated, the school had set aside a single room to
facilitate my convenience whenever I return. Help me get her over there. She’ll be staying with me
during this stretch.”
That helped to set Jared’s mind at ease. He did not need Arielle’s help at all either, managing to sweep
Trisha up in a princess carry and jog with her all the way over to Arielle’s dorm.
Though housekeeping had not been carried out actively, the place remained very much in living
condition.
Arielle made a call to Vernon to make arrangements for Trisha’s things to be moved in. She was about
to start tidying up when she was interrupted by Jared.
“Boss.”
Arielle paused in her movements and regarded Jared quizzically.
As hesitant as Jared was, he still went on to ask, “What exactly is the purpose of your trip here to
Maxwell University this time, Boss? I noticed that you were pretty serious on the phone back in the
cafeteria just now… Not that I mean to pry, but it’s like I said, if you have any need of the Jupiters, we’ll
surely do our utmost!”
This gesture was not made purely in consideration of his friendship with Arielle but also as a measure
of his gratitude toward her for saving Harvey’s life.
No matter what the future held for Harvey and Arielle, the Jupiters would always be in her debt.
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