All Chapters of Scent of Broken : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

Andrew kept demanding Jefferson, reminding him almost every minute about their agreement. They came back to Mr. Tucker's cafe. Jefferson snorted in annoyance. He pushed Andrew away from him because he had been moving his body closer to Jefferson until his shoulders touched the wall. "Are you blind? There are many people around us." "Where? Isn't it just the two of us here?" Andrew moved his body again, but Jefferson immediately extended his arms, making Andrew stop. Andrew relented, and he moved away. But he glanced at Jefferson sarcastically, with a sharp corner of his eye, his gaze directed ahead. "Well, I didn't think you would break your own promise. I shouldn't have trusted you," Andrew muttered, then took a sip of the coffee Jefferson had ordered for him this morning. Although it no longer tasted good because all the ice had melted, Jefferson should have ordered coffee without ice for him. Jefferson groaned. "You really are annoying! I can't kiss you in a place like thi

And Jefferson knew what Andrew wanted to do, and he again used Jefferson's desperation to his advantage. Jefferson glared at him, gritting his teeth as he looked at Andrew gleefully walking over to that place, to the corner of the fabric shop where Jefferson had kissed him last week. Jefferson was even more annoyed when Andrew leaned on the same place, between the tall fabric rolls, especially when he spread his arms as if to invite Jefferson to hug him, that pervert! Did Jefferson seem so easily caught up in his heinous and uneducated scheme? Jefferson glared at him, making Andrew uncomfortable, then groaned; without saying anything, Jefferson turned and walked away from him. But Andrew immediately held his hand. "Come on, Jefferson." Jefferson turned his head, and he looked at Jefferson with the same smile that never faded, no matter how mean and fierce Jefferson looked at and treated him, especially when he refused almost all of Andrew's invitations to date. "There's no one he

Jefferson just realized one thing, he was so anxious that he forgot to ask when he should arrive at the market because "before midnight" can mean any time. Jefferson cursed his foolishness and finally, after some consideration, decided to leave at ten o'clock. But Andrew suddenly called him. Jefferson didn't want to pick it up at first, but Andrew might come to his house just because he was worried and thought that something terrible had happened to him. So picking it up and listening to his annoying ramblings was a much better option than him messing up Jefferson's plans. So Jefferson opened his closet, pulled out his pajamas, and put them on along with the shirt he would wear to the market. Jefferson saw his reflection in the mirror; luckily, these pajamas could cover his clothes. Jefferson brought his phone, which was ringing, a video call from Andrew. Jefferson entered his room and turned on the air conditioner to the coldest temperature because he felt hot; he was wearing two c

This place used to be a scary place for Jefferson, and he didn't want to go to this place. If Andrew didn't pull him, Jefferson wouldn't have been here. He even went to that place twice, which had nothing to do with their investigation.Jefferson was pissed off every time he thought about it, and he'll make sure that pervert would pay for it someday.But Jefferson wanted to admit one thing he wasn't aware of at first. Because no matter how annoying he was, this place gave him a good memory and a warm and safe feeling. The terror out there was worse than what happened here. It's quiet and lonely here, like being in a different world. But it's always been like this; even in the day, this place always gives a different vibe than the rest of the market: it is like a glitch.Jefferson couldn't see inside the fabric shop. The doors were tightly shut as if they were separating themselves, the lights were off as if they didn't want anyone to find them, and there was a transparent shield outs