Chapter 1187 All the Way to See Her
Chapter 1187 All the Way to See Her
During the three months when Julian lived with Alana abroad, he had taken her to almost every corner
of the city where she lived. He had to make her familiar with that place so that she wouldn't get lost in
the future.
Emelia was responsible for teaching their daughter to cook so that their daughter could prepare good
meals for herself.
The domestic workers, the driver and bodyguard were people that Julian had observed for three
months and found to be reliable.
Julian and Emelia didn't leave until they felt that all arrangements were secured.
When Alana saw them off at the airport, Julian's eyes turned red.
Julian was heartbroken to leave Alana alone in this foreign country. Moreover, if anything happened to
her, he couldn't get to her as soon as possible...
Julian didn't want to leave as soon as he thought about these things. At last, Emelia took him away in
case they would miss the plane.
After her parents returned home, Alana's life was back to normal. In fact, her character wouldn't lead
her into any trouble. Her parents really didn't need to worry about her too much, because she was only
at home or school in most cases.
Alana didn't like to go out for fun, but liked to live a quiet life. She seldom joined the parties held by her
classmates, unless it was a very grand festival that she had to attend.
She lived a comfortable life. Every day, Alana would cook three meals for herself, eat well, and study
hard.
Also, she observed all kinds of people silently and learned about cultural differences and cultural
clashes in order to do well socially.
At first, Julian suffered from insomnia because he was too worried about Alana. Later, Julian was NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.
relieved after Alana told them about her daily life.
Three years after Alana went abroad to study, Jamarion also chose to go abroad. He studied in the
same school as Alana, and the only difference was that he was an MD-PhD trainee.
When Julian heard that Jamarion's school was the same as Alana's, he looked very bad.
Intuition told him that Jamarion must have affection for his daughter.
Julian had been suspicious since Jamarion gave Alana a cup three years ago. Wouldn't that be a
deliberate attempt to make Alana use it when she drank water or coffee so that she could think of him
every day?
No one could understand Julian's feelings when he often saw the cup in the photos sent by Alana to
share her meals.
Julian believed Jamarion was more calculating than his father, Cameron.
And he was so good at scheming at such a young age. Julian doubted if he would be more scheming in
the future.
Julian increasingly felt that Alana would be juggled with by Julian, so he was very resistant to the fact
that Jamarion would go to the same school as Alana, but he could not raise any objection. Since that
school was indeed the best one in Ascana, Jamarion should go to such a school for further study.
The other thing that annoyed Julian was that Jamarion was three years younger than Alana. If they
were together, Alana would become a cradle-snatcher.
In Julian's opinion, it was better for Alana to find a man a few years older than her, who could protect
her well. And he didn't think that Jamarion could do well in this respect.
When Julian told his depression to Emelia, she laughed.
Julian took a deep breath and asked, "Do you support them to be together?"
At this moment, they were sitting at home having afternoon tea. Emelia made the coffee and dessert
herself. It was a moment that Julian enjoyed most on weekends.
Emelia took a sip of coffee and said softly, "Why not?"
Julian was speechless.
Emelia's words were like a knife, piercing into Julian's heart.
Emelia explained, "We have watched him grow up. We know his and his parents' character very well.
Besides, he is so excellent. If Alana is with him, isn't it more reassuring than being with those boys that
we don't know at all?"
"There are so many girls meeting the wrong people in the news. I'd rather Alana be with Jamarion than
be with another man."
"Of course, the premise is that they fall in love with each other."
"Now it's just a one-sided love of Jamarion. If Alana doesn't like him, I certainly won't force her to be
with him."
Emelia's words made sense to Julian.
Raising her eyebrows, Emelia asked again, "Or... Do you think there is a better boy than Jamarion?"
Julian was speechless. At present, among the young boys he knew, no one was better than Jamarion.
Shrugging her shoulders, Emelia said, "I don't think there will be anyone better than Jamarion in the
future. The most important thing is that he loves Alana. What we need to do now is to see if he can
make Alana fall in love with him."
Although Emelia said so, the expression on her face had already revealed her satisfaction with
Jamarion.
Julian couldn't help but snort, "He hasn't become your son-in-law yet. Do you really like him so much?"
Emelia chuckled, "I like him all the time. I've watched him grow up. He's always been an excellent child.
No one dislikes him."
Julian lowered his head to drink coffee without saying a word.
Julian had been drinking the coffee Emelia made for him for so many years, and was used to drinking
black coffee, but why was it so bitter today?
It was as bitter as his mood.
Emelia could naturally sense his bitter mood, and she gently comforted him, "Why do you think so
much? Maybe Alana doesn't have any feelings for Jamarion."
Julian liked to hear the last sentence. He hoped that his dear daughter didn't like Jamarion. In his
opinion, though Jamarion was excellent, he didn't deserve his beloved daughter.
No boy in the world could match Alana.
To create a chance for her son to spend time with Alana, Nina did not even send Jamarion to Ascana
herself, but directly asked Alana over the phone, "Alana, we are relieved that you are there to pick
Jamarion up, so we won't go there with him."
"Aunt Nina, don't worry. I promise I will arrange everything for him." Alana promised Nina on the phone.
Alana had been in Ascana for three years. Of course, she could take good care of him.