Chapter 11

Jefferson no longer intended to continue his layout drawing; he kept thinking about the recruitment.

He swung his feet two hours ago. Jefferson was just grading and adding unnecessary details, scribbling in some blank spaces; he kept himself busy with useless little things.

While that pervert had just arrived with messy hair, he still looked sleepy. He yawned and sat across from Jefferson; he then smiled.

He arrived at eleven, though he should have arrived at nine in the morning.

But Jefferson was glad he came late because he could have a peaceful breakfast at Aunt Addie's shop, she sells porridge in the morning, and her salad was available at noon. But the porridge also tastes delicious.

As soon as Andrew arrived, he immediately threw his head on the table, using his hand as a pillow.

But there was one thing that put Jefferson in a sudden good mood; he was wearing the leather jacket he had bought at the mall yesterday, although he appeared overdressed for wearing it to the marke