"I shouldn't interfere in your personal life, but this guy isn't right for you. He's scheming. Be careful," he said.
His evaluation of Rowan was unfriendly. I was a bit puzzled.
It was evening, and the golden sunlight brushed his eyelashes, making his eyes look dazzling yet cold.
Suddenly, I remembered a Jones family gathering from a few years ago.
I couldn't recall Dylan's exact age that year.
The main guest at the banquet was an overseas supplier, and his daughter loved sweets.
Dylan followed his father's arrangement. Although he usually didn't like sweets, he ate two plates of cake to make the little girl happy.
The girl was supposed to be accompanied by me. But because of my timidity, Dylan took over.
At that time, I saw the same cold look in Dylan's eyes as I did today.
But for someone like him to care about my personal life, it seemed Isaac really couldn't find a suitable kidney.
"Mr. Jones, I advise you to stop wasting your time here and look for other opportunities," I said.
"Dad and Mom just want to see you. They don't mean to ask you to donate a kidney. You don't need to worry about that," he said.