I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

CHAPTER 57: TEAM CAPTAIN

Zachary cupped his palm as he watched Samarra walk away from the parking lot. From his seat, he could see how Jameson would greet Samarra. Jameson’s eyes narrowed as he grabbed the bag Samarra was holding.

Damn! He’s starting to irritate me. I’m insanely jealous. I must be the one who is with her.

Zachary wiped his face before getting out of the car. Zachary moved quickly to catch up to Samarra.

“Ara!”

Jameson and Samarra came to a halt and looked at him again.

Damn! What a start to the week!

“Do you need anything, Mr. Buenavista?”

Zachary was irritated even more because Samarra appeared to be standing up for what they were discussing. And he no longer desires it. Because Zachary believed Jameson was gaining access to his wife. He noticed Jameson’s grin and smirk. He is even more irritated and annoyed.

“Didn’t you know, Mrs. Buenavista?” Zachary responded emphatically. So, he could see Samarra’s confusion in looking around while Jameson was staring at the two of them. Zachary had no idea what Jameson was thinking.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Zachary took one step closer to Samarra before grabbing her arm. He could tell by her beautiful face that she was taken aback by what he had done.

“Did you wear cycling shorts?”

As Samarra shook her head, Zachary’s brows met. He gave Samarra a thorough examination from head to toe. Zachary only noticed Samarra’s pencil-cut skirt was too tight on her. Her hip was hollow and curved. He wasn’t the same as Claudel before. He wanted Claudel to be sexy because he felt so lucky. Because so many people tried to flirt with Claudel, he was the only one who chose her to be her boyfriend.

But he doesn’t understand why he wants to deprive others of Samarra. If only he could hide Samarra in the house and lock her up.

“Would you please stop doing that, Zach?”

Samarra prevented him from tying his suit jacket around her waist.

“What? Do you want to?”

As Samarra took his jacket and tied it around her waist, Zachary didn’t finish what she was about to say.

“Okay? Happy? Jameson, let’s go.”

On the stand, Zachary was rendered speechless. As he looked behind Samarra, he scratched his neck. He also followed the two because they were discussing the same topic today.

Zachary occasionally glances at Samarra in class. He doesn’t even notice her actions.

Is there something wrong with what he did? he wondered. He sighed and checked his watch.

Yes, I know there’s nothing wrong with what I did, his mind agrees.

“Hey, Zach.”

When Zachary noticed Enzo’s smile, he immediately frowned. Those who believe someone will do something stupid again.

“What?”

Enzo laughed and patted him on the back.

“Why is your jacket emblazoned with Super B?”

“Tsk, not now, Enzo.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

Zachary shook his head, his gaze fixed on the front.

“Class is over.”

Samarra quickly grabbed the bag and pushed the door open.

Samarra exited the classroom without looking around because she knew someone was standing next to her.

“Summer!”

Samarra stopped and waited for the woman running to catch up with her.

“You don’t know how to be nice, Beshy.”

She caressed Jazz’s back, smiling and shaking. All the people she makes her complain about, even though she never said she ran and chased her. She can walk quickly.

“You’re stunning.”

Samarra stopped stroking Jazz’s back when she noticed how stunned she was while looking at her.

“What?”

Jazz laughed out loud and nodded.

“You’re lovely, Beshy, and of course, we’re both lovely.”

Samarra looks at Jazz, who is nervously fanning her hand.

“Let’s go,” Jameson said as he approached them. Jazz smiled as she took Samarra’s hand in hers. Jazz was probably once sweet to everyone. So, despite being considered, she ignored it.

Something got in their way as they were walking, so Samarra looked up. She even frowned when she noticed the person in front of her did not intend to leave.

“Excuse me?” Samarra said this while looking at the man, who was grinning at her. He is tall and attractive, but these qualities pale compared to his wife.

“Is he the husband you’re referring to?”

Samarra tried to recall when or where she had met the man in front of her.

“Beshy, have you married yet? Are you married to Jameson?” Jazz inquired, and she appeared even more surprised by what she discovered.

“I’m married, but not to Jameson.” Samarra nodded and raised her hand to show Jazz her wedding ring.

“Please excuse us now. Are we in a hurry?” Samarra emphasized the word ‘hurry’ if the person she spoke with was shaken and gave them away.

Because she noticed that they were already attracting the attention of others, almost everyone seemed to believe that others were thrilled and looked terrible.

Samarra sighed and looked intently in front of her at the person who let her pass.

“Not so fast.”

She took her gaze away from the man’s face and turned her eye to his hand holding her arm.

She took a deep breath and then looked ahead.

“Mr. Whatever your name is. Please don’t bother me and stop bothering me.”

She snatched his hand from her arm, but he didn’t let go.

“Remember that I have a name? Wesley-” He couldn’t finish what he was about to say when Jameson squeezed the hand holding her. All of Jameson’s restraint appears to be gone.

“Fuck!”

Samarra noticed the man of his blushing as if he had stopped squeezing Jameson’s hand.

“Respect. If the woman refuses to speak to you, “Jameson said as he quickly took alcohol from his pocket to spray on her arm.

“And what are you for?”

“I’m nobody, but you don’t want to fight. That’s all,” Jameson said, quickly pulling Jazz, still perplexed by what was going on. As Samarra walked away, she could no longer see Zachary staring at her.