Chapter: 1705
Witnessing Jarrod's intense look toward Nicole, Doreen was convinced of his deep affection for Nicole.
Then, with cheeks warming to a soft pink, Doreen's gaze shifted toward Roscoe. "Roscoe..." she murmured, longing for a similar display of care.
Yet, she was mindful of the pace at which their relationship was progressing, given that it was only their first meeting.
Despite this, her attraction to Roscoe was undeniable, stirring a wish within her to experience the same affection.
Having seen a handsome man like Jarrod, Doreen found it hard to be impressed by just any man. Despite the attention of numerous wealthy suitors, none caught her interest. Instead, she was drawn to a recently acknowledged illegitimate son of the Watts family, Roscoe.
People said Roscoe wasn't a good match for Doreen.
The Watts family, despite their wealth and influence, viewed Roscoe's position as complicated due to his illegitimacy.
Roscoe's brother, the current head of the Watts family, was well over 40. The revelation of a twenty-something half-brother didn't sit well with him, He was against it but couldn't overrule his father's decision to bring Roscoe into the family.
At a social event, Doreen found herself captivated by Roscoe upon meeting him.
When Doreen mentioned this to Jarrod, she didn't anticipate the Watts family arranging a blind date with Roscoe so swiftly.
Doreen was charmed by Roscoe's bright eyes. Gathering her courage, she attempted to feed him. "Roscoe, would you like to try this?"
But Roscoe seemed distracted.
With a shy gesture, Doreen moved the spoon toward his mouth, "Roscoe, please try this..."
Then suddenly, "Clap!" The spoon was struck from her hand and fell to the floor.
Doreen was stunned, feeling the sting on her finger. She looked at Roscoe in disbelief, wondering if he was the one who had knocked the spoon away.
Roscoe avoided her gaze and muttered, “Sorry, I didn't notice it.”
Doreen's discomfort eased slightly. It seemed Roscoe hadn't done it deliberately.
The incident caught Jarrod's eye. “Doreen, are you alright?" Jarrod inquired, shooting a stern look at Roscoe.
Doreen smiled and said, "I'm fine. I didn't hold it steady and spilled it on myself. I'll go change my clothes."
Doreen cherished her appearance, and she detested any exhibitor stains. Being particular about her appearance, Doreen always carried extra clothes for such situations.