"Jackson, who chases girls like this?"
The door to the private room opened once again, and Allen Parker walked in under the guidance of the waiter.
A hint of unknown meaning lingered at the corner of his mouth as he glanced at Emily, finally settling on Olivia.
But Jackson was instantly ignited with anger. "Bro, what are you doing here?"
"Can't I come?" Allen Parker withdrew his gaze and asked Emily, "Emily, can I sit here?"
He was referring to the space between Emily and Olivia.
"Of course!" Emily felt like a drowning person finally grabbing hold of driftwood, letting out a heavy sigh of relief.
Olivia moved her chair to the side, making room for Allen Parker.
Allen Parker's gaze seemed to casually land on her, then quickly shifted away. "Thank you, Miss Taylor."
"This is perfect
