Jackson wasn't pleased; he dragged her to a nearby spot, his expression darkening.

Emily's attention was all on Allen Parker; she didn't notice Jackson's worsening mood.

Allen Parker had the demeanor of someone in power. He spoke with poise and carried himself with grace, a mature and successful man, much like Mr. Satan.

And then there was his face...

Emily recalled Mr. Satan's jawline in her mind. She had been too shocked earlier to take a good look at Allen Parker's jawline.

"Emily," Jackson couldn't bear it anymore, "Are you infatuated?"

Emily snapped out of it, "What?"

"You've been staring at my brother, what's the meaning of that? Are you...