Chapter 221
He had a sinister look about him because, like Hanzel, he had narrow, almond-shaped eyes. However, unlike Hanzel, he had a mole under the corner of his eye. His hair was longer, and his l*ps were thinner. He resembled those villainous dukes in historical dramas.
If Hanzel looked wicked, he was nefariously beautiful. The Jordans had good genes because their offspring were even more attractive than the actors.
“Uncle Allan, Aunt Lindsay, are you done with the packing?” he asked, his expression serious, and his voice clear.
“Yes. By the way, Blake, this is Pearl Leighton. You two should get to know each other because you might cross paths again,” Allan introduced Pearl the moment he saw Blake.
Blake didn’t show any emotions.
Pearl Leighton? She looked decent, and her figure was fine. She kept her l*ps tightly sealed, giving her a solemn appearance. He quietly formed an impression of Pearl.
If Pearl knew what was going on in his mind, she would probably have strong words for him.
“Hello, I’m Blake Jordan,” he said, extending his right hand.
Pearl shook his hand and replied, “Hello, I’m Pearl Leighton.”
The air around them felt off.
“Come on, be a bit friendlier. You’ll be family soon,” Allan urged, not pleased with the uncomfortable vibe.
“I hope this isn’t another attempt at matchmaking, uncle. You’re here for a vacation, not to play matchmaker. This is the fifth girl you’ve introduced to me. We should play with gold and worry less about this,” Blake retorted, looking disdainful as he turned away.
Pearl was confused. What was going through his mind? She had encountered narcissists before, but none seemed as unpleasant as him.
“Don’t worry, I have no interest in you.” Pearl frowned. She didn’t like this person at all.
Her decision to avoid returning to the Jordans seemed justified. If the family was filled with people like this, she was certain she’d have a terrible time there.
“I hope you’re honest about that,” Blake retorted.
Pearl turned and walked away, realizing that continuing this conversation would only lead to an argument.
Hanzel was elated to see what was happening and walked away too.
Allan stood behind them, watching Pearl’s angry departure, and then heaved a sigh. “Why did you have to say that to her? Look how upset she is.”
Blake’s expression remained cold. “I told you, Uncle Allan, don’t introduce anyone to me. I really don’t need the help.” Allan looked awkward. “But I wasn’t doing that.”
“Who is she then?”
“She’s your cousin.”
Blake’s face froze. “Is she your illegitimate daughter?’
Allan was speechless. “No. Do you remember you have an aunt?”
“Yes, what does this have to do with her? Is she my aunt’s daughter?”
Blake watched her from a distance and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if she bore a resemblance to the woman in
Grandpa’s photo album.
