The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 42 Intimate Touch (1)

Oh...

Mia Ginger left with her hair like a bird’s nest.

Koa Jackson watched her back.

Very thin, but not so emaciated, rather she seemed delicate and quiet, giving off a misleading impression of being obedient and sensible.

"This girl is quite fierce." George Davis couldn’t help but laugh and sigh.

"Is that so?" Koa Jackson looked at him nonchalantly.

He turned and entered the restaurant.

Even his back carried a hint of anger, like a parent who lost face and was holding back fury.

Oh so proud and cold.

George Davis couldn’t hold back his laughter and quickly followed.

——

Bathroom.

Mia Ginger washed her face and looked in the mirror.

Her short hair was in a mess.

There were several red marks on her neck, one spot had skin broken, multiple red marks on her arms, and her right palm was completely red.

Some was from Zuri Ginger’s grabbing, and some from Marianne Jackson’s twisting.

On the surface, she seemed like the one who suffered the most.

Mia Ginger couldn’t help but curl her lips.

She had been holding in this fight for a long time, now fully unleashed, she felt relieved.

As for Koa Jackson...

Mia Ginger thought about his reaction upon arrival, reckoning he was definitely angry but, thanks to his good upbringing, he restrained himself from lashing out.

Truly depressing.

Mia Ginger thought lightly, leaving the restroom.

——

"How many are with Miss?"

"There were two young men just now..."

"Oh," she hadn’t finished speaking, but the waiter smiled warmly, "This way, please."

Koa Jackson chose a table near the window.

Seeing the waiter leading her over, he stood up and offered her the inside seat, while casually sliding the menu in front of her, "What do you want to eat?"

Mia Ginger glanced at him, "You decide."

The tone was very obedient.

"Okay," Koa Jackson passed the menu to George Davis, "You decide, I’m flexible."

"Let’s start with a Hejiang grilled fish," George Davis was already hungry, quickly flipping through the menu, "Kung Pao chicken, fish-flavored eggplant, and three veggie dishes..."

He finally looked up at Mia Ginger, "What flavor soup?"

"Sweet."

"Sweet corn..."

Before George Davis could finish, Koa Jackson directly interrupted him, addressing the waiter, "One boiled cabbage in clear soup, finally."

"..." George Davis glanced at Mia Ginger, helpless.

"Alright, please wait a moment." The waiter added tea for the group and left with a smile.

Mia Ginger silently hung her head, trying to minimize her presence.

Koa Jackson was seated beside her, saying nothing, yet his strong presence seemed to cool the surrounding air, as if covered with frost.

It felt almost torturous.

"Lift your head," Koa Jackson lightly commanded.

Mia Ginger reluctantly looked his way.

"What was wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you hanging your head?" Koa Jackson sipped from his teacup, slightly raising an eyebrow, "That’s an indication of guilt."

"They both have two mouths, I only have one. I was at a disadvantage verbally." Mia Ginger spoke truthfully.

"Poof!" George Davis broke into silent laughter.

"..." Koa Jackson paused briefly, his gaze landing on the nail marks on her neck, "Hmm, they have four hands, you have two. Fighting, you weren’t at a disadvantage."

What logic?

"They were wearing high heels," Mia Ginger muttered, "unstable footing."

"Poof." George Davis nearly spit out his tea, hurriedly controlling his laughter as he stood up, "I’m going to the restroom."