That Can Be Arranged

Chapter 302

Meanwhile, Nicholas, along with Harry and his wife, planned to leave as well.

“President Sawyer, I’ve already made a booking for you at the hotel, so please, allow me to take you there.”

As Harry walked out of the concert hall, he explained the arrangements he had made.

Nicholas glanced around the concert hall entrance, then said indifferently, “There’s no need for that. I’d like to walk around by myself.”

“In that case, I won’t disturb your night, President Sawyer.”

Harry nodded in farewell and walked away with his wife. At this moment, Edward stopped the car in front of Nicholas.

Nicholas opened the door and got in before lowering the window. Soon, Edward’s question sounded in his ears. “President Sawyer, where are we going next?”

“We’re not leaving.” A calm voice emerged from Nicholas’ mouth. He stared intently at the entrance of the concert hall.

The glowing moonlight enveloped him as if plating him with a layer of silver brilliance, giving him a mysterious aura. Edward noticed his president’s gaze and could already guess that Nicholas was waiting for Tessa to come out. He sat silently in the driver’s seat and waited with his president.

After a while, the concert guests dispersed, and the members of the Berlin Philharmonic walked out.

Tessa didn’t even know that Nicholas was nearby. After she and Scott said goodbye to the music director, they drove to the healthcare center.

Watching as the taxi gradually drove off, Edward swallowed and cautiously turned his head. Then, sure enough, he saw the unusually nasty look on his president’s face. The temperature inside the car plummeted even more as Nicholas exuded a freezing

aura.

Edward shivered, then summoned the courage to ask, “President Sawyer, should we follow them?”

“Follow them.”

After Tessa finished the therapy, her hand felt a lot better.

“This place is quite good. I should come by here more often,” she said as she walked out of the center with Scott.

Scott nodded in agreement. “Next time you come here, you should get a membership card to make an appointment in advance.”

Tessa nodded lightly in response to his instruction. Then, while the two of them stood on the side of the road, Scott raised his hand and glanced at his watch, then asked, “Do you want to have supper?”

Tessa’s hands didn’t hurt now, so she agreed. They found a late-night snack bar, where they had a pleasant conversation about music-related matters, all the while unaware that someone had been following them.

Inside a black car on the side of the street, Edward was almost frozen into a popsicle by the chilliness Nicholas was exuding. Unfortunately for him, he dared not protest, so he could only silently pray that Tessa would quickly finish her supper and leave soon.

Nicholas stared gloomily at the man and woman who were laughing not far away, only to find that the scene was an eyesore but also somewhat… comforting? The woman had never smiled so brightly in front of him before. Every time she saw him, she was either cautious or wary and distant. At this thought, an indescribable rage spread through Nicholas’s chest. He stared straight at Tessa with intense eyes. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Meanwhile, Tessa suddenly felt a coldness behind her, causing her to shudder.

Scott took off his coat and handed it to her upon seeing this. “The temperature at night here is much lower than it is during the day. Why don’t you put on my coat?”

For a moment, Tessa was surprised. Then, finding such an action would be a little too intimate, she shook her head and refused. “Thank you, but I’m not cold.”

A touch of disappointment flashed across Scott’s eyes, but he quickly recovered his composure.

After the meal, Scott sent Tessa back to her apartment.

“We’re here, Mr. Brooks. Please be safe as you return.” Tessa waved Scott goodbye while smiling as she stood under the apartment building.

At this, a hint of tenderness flashed across Scott’s dark eyes. He nodded but still watched as Tessa’s petite figure disappeared down the corridor before turning to leave.

When Edward saw Scott leave, he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he would turn into a frozen popsicle before tonight ended if this man didn’t leave anytime soon. As he felt the temperature in the car gradually warming up, he cleared his throat and suggested, “President Sawyer, would you like to go up and say hello to Miss Reinhart?”

Nicholas gave Edward a blank stare at his suggestion and looked at him as if he was staring at a retard.