Let them offer their loyalty

Something is ten or even nine points wrong.

Eiffel always seemed a little different in front of Jonas. When they had just confirmed their relationship, her usually rigorous, efficient and professional image always seemed a little immature and hesitant in front of him.

But when is it now?

You've known each other for so long, isn't it possible for you to just say, "Let's go," and go into the house?

"Well, I'll deal with the documents first, Mr. Jonas."

But things didn't seem to be what Jonas thought. After saying this, Eiffel sat on the sofa and started looking at the documents as if nothing had happened.

Eiffel put away her gentle attitude and put on her signature professional expression again, but there was still a hint of imperceptible softness in the corners of her eyes and mouth. Only someone like Jonas, who had been with her for a long time, could capture this subtle change.

She began to deal with the work at hand with efficient movements, and every detail revealed her professionalism and efficiency, but in this atmosphere of calm and confidence, she would occasionally look up and cast an ambiguous glance at Jonas, and then quickly return to work, as if that glance was just an inadvertent flash.

After a while, Eiffel put down the documents in his hand, looked up at Jonas, and asked softly: "Mr. Jonas, when you have free time, what do you usually choose to do to relax?"

"Why are you asking this? I stay in the office all day. You know, I don't want to go out unless it's necessary."

Jonas leaned back in his chair and relaxed, savoring the coffee and biscuits. The coffee was not bitter, and it had enough sugar and milk to create a subtle enough taste.

Delicious.

He is not the kind of person who thinks coffee must be bitter and that anyone with a little sugar in it is a heretic. For Jonas, as long as it tastes good, it's fine.

"You're just sitting there all day?"

"Well, I'm free when I have nothing to do. Of course, I'm not that free. Sometimes I deal with documents and play with Iris..."

"Then why don't you ever play with me?"

what?

Jonas wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Eiffel sat by a well-lit window, with documents neatly spread out on the table. Her posture showed a natural and unpretentious elegance. Her eyes stared at the documents, as if the whole world had temporarily lost its meaning except for the work in front of her.

She flipped through the documents smoothly and rhythmically. Whenever she read a key part, her brows would frown slightly, revealing her serious attitude towards work and her unremitting pursuit of details. Her fingers gently twirled the pen, and from time to time she quickly wrote down notes or thoughts on the edge of the paper. The subtle sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper echoed in the room.

Well, he is quite serious, and when he handles documents... No, Eiffel looks better when he is serious.

No.

I couldn't have heard it wrong, right? Was it true?

Jonas pretended to pass by and took a look. He found that Eiffel was indeed processing documents. After a moment of suspicion, he returned to his office chair.

"If you are free, Mr. Jonas, please come and help me deal with it..."

"Eiffel, do you have time now?"

Eiffel's breath hitched, and he looked up at Jonas: "I think we can actually free up today's schedule."

"Oh, that's good to have some free time."

After Jonas finished speaking, he continued to taste the coffee and cookies carefully: "The cookies are good. Did you make them, Eiffel?"

"If you want me to be able to make some cookies by hand while I'm handling the affairs of the Alt Corporation, then I think you have to turn the twenty-four hours in a day into twenty-five hours."

She said this and returned her gaze to the document on the chip.

"But if you want, I can actually make some in my free time. I can't guarantee the taste."

"That's a pity."

Jonas went from eating the cookies in small bites to just throwing them into his mouth.

"Then Eiffel is free to go out with me today..."

"Yes, today's affairs have all been dealt with. Celine, Esni, Iris and the others will not come for the time being... So can we have dinner together, Mr. Jonas?"

Eiffel hit Jonas's straight ball back with great effect.

Chapter 574: Will Mr. Jonas create memorable moments with me?

Jonas was caught off guard by Eiffel's sudden initiative. He was stunned for a moment, but soon, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Of course, Eiffel." He put down the biscuits in his hand and looked at her seriously: "Beautiful Ms. Eiffel, please put aside all the tediousness and pressure tonight and come to have dinner with me."

Eiffel nodded slightly, a rare softness flashing in her eyes: "Okay, Mr. Jonas, I'll go get ready now."

Jonas watched Eiffel leave with a smile, and then he began to prepare. First, he returned to his room, opened the closet, and picked out a suitable outfit. He chose a dark blue suit with a white shirt inside, and did not choose a tie, maintaining a casual yet elegant style.

In the bathroom, he took the time to take a nice hot bath, using shower gel to give his body a subtle scent. Afterwards, he made sure his face looked clean and tidy, and then he used skin care products to take care of his skin, making it look smoother and more delicate, which was extremely rare for Jonas.

Taking a shower and spraying perfume before going out actually represents his importance of the meeting, and using skin care products is even rarer.

In front of the mirror, he checked every detail, from the fit of his clothes to the placement of his hair to the overall color matching, and he did not miss any details that could be supplemented.

Because Eiffel is actually different from other girls. Compared with physical pleasure, Eiffel actually prefers spiritual satisfaction. Eiffel prefers the beginning and the process rather than the final ending.

Not to mention dating.

Since it's a date, you have to treat it well, and your level of care must be such that Eiffel can see it at a glance.

No matter how the date goes, let the other person see your preparations clearly, make her feel that you attach great importance to this date, and bring up the most basic etiquette.

This is the little trick from President Alte.

Eiffel walked into her room and stood in front of her closet, thinking about what outfit she should choose. Among countless choices, she finally settled on a simple black evening dress. The skirt was soft and could perfectly highlight her figure, while the hem dragged lightly on the ground, exuding elegance and nobility.

She put on the dress carefully and chose a pair of matching black high heels. She stood in front of the dressing table and began to carefully apply makeup. First, she used liquid foundation to create a flawless base, then a light blush to add color, the eye shadow was kept simple and elegant, and the mascara highlighted her eyes. On her lips, she only used a light pink lipstick, which looked natural and not artificial.

Next, she started to take care of her hair. She used a straightener to make her hair straight and smooth, then combed it into a low ponytail and tied it lightly with a thin black ribbon, which looked neat and feminine.

After putting on a simple pearl necklace and a pair of small earrings, she hesitated for a moment, then remembered that Jonas once said that she looked good without jewelry. She simply took them off and checked her image in the mirror. Everything looked just right, not too ostentatious, yet showing off her beauty and temperament.

Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and after making sure everything was okay, she walked out the door.

Going out for dinner is not the same as going on a date.

Simply going out for dinner is dinner, but if you go out on a date, you have to dress up nicely.

The restaurant is located in the heart of the city. As soon as you enter the lobby, you will see the exquisite marble floors and high ceilings, creating an open and luxurious atmosphere. The soft yellow light is emitted through the exquisite crystal chandeliers, which complements the soft tones of the surrounding environment and creates a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

Walking further into the restaurant, you can see that the spacious dining area is carefully designed to ensure that each seat has enough privacy. The tables and chairs are made of high-end materials, with delicate wood grain and comfortable cushions that make people not want to leave once they sit down.

Famous paintings are hung on the walls, and exquisite sculptures are dotted in every corner. These works of art not only add to the cultural atmosphere, but also make the entire space appear more upscale and tasteful. The music is soft classical music, flowing softly in the air, adding a touch of romance to the dining experience.

Overall, this five-star restaurant embodies the ultimate luxury and attention to every detail, providing guests with a place to not only satisfy their taste buds but also enjoy the pleasure of the soul.

Of course, no matter what, the reason Jonas chose this restaurant was because Eiffel liked it.

When Jonas and Eiffel stepped into this five-star restaurant in the heart of the city, a pair of uniformed waiters immediately came up to them and welcomed them with professional and friendly smiles.

They were led through a spacious hall, where the marble floor gleamed under the light of an ornate crystal chandelier and the walls were decorated with hand-carved moldings that showed exquisite craftsmanship.

They walked through the main dining area, where well-dressed guests were chatting in low voices, enjoying their dinner. The waiters were dancing, gracefully moving between tables to ensure that every customer was taken care of. Soft piano music echoed in the background, interweaving with the occasional sound of silverware and glass clinking, creating a luxurious yet comfortable atmosphere.

Jonas and Eiffel were led to a seat by the window, which had a magnificent view of the city at night. The table was beautifully decorated, with crimson rose petals scattered on the snow-white tablecloth, contrasting sharply with the high-heeled wine glasses and silver cutlery. In the center was a small bottle of champagne, emitting tiny bubbles, which looked tempting and noble.

In this era, it’s probably...classical.

Yes, classical.

“I really like the decoration style of the restaurant. It’s like going back to a time in the past that I have never been to.”

Eiffel sat down, the dishes had not yet arrived, but for her, the time to enjoy the food was far less valuable than the time to chat with Jonas alone.

As everyone knew, she was only looking at Jonas.

“People always miss the past, whether they have experienced it or not.”

"Just like I often miss the time when I had Mr. Jonas all to myself? But I didn't like Mr. Jonas at that time, so there was nothing to miss."

Eiffel raised his eyes and stared at Jonas' face.

"Mr. Jonas, will you create some nostalgic moments with me?"

Chapter 575 Iris: I would have taken it down long ago!

The nostalgic times always pass so quickly.

In Jonas' office at the Alt Foundation, Iris was sitting opposite Jonas, holding a thick book in both hands, reading attentively, turning the pages from time to time, as if looking for a specific chapter. Her brows were furrowed, but she was actually secretly looking at Jonas out of the corner of her eyes.

Nowadays, people generally use information to find the books they want to read, but this does not mean that paper books have disappeared, but the price has increased a lot.

Elise's face showed concentration and focus, but her heart was a whirlpool of chaos. She tried to make herself look immersed in the pages of the book, but her heart was beating non-stop. Every time she raised her eyes to glance at Jonas, her heartbeat accelerated as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

Her fingers tightly grasped the edge of the page, her palms slightly sweating from nervousness, and whenever her eyes met Jonas's casual glance, she would feel an inexplicable panic, and hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to turn the pages, fearing that he would notice her gaze. A light blush appeared on her cheeks, as if dyed by the color of cherry blossoms in spring.

Iris tried hard to control her breathing so that her disordered heartbeat wouldn't be too obvious. She frowned slightly, trying to act more natural, but her feelings for Jonas made every movement she made seem a little clumsy and unnatural.

In that quiet office, Iris felt as if time had stopped, with only her voice echoing. She was expecting some miracle to happen, perhaps a word, an action, or a glance that could break the suffocating silence.

Until another voice sounded in her head.

"You want Mr. Jonas to explain the contents of the book to you? Just like you wanted Mr. Jonas to wipe your mouth last time?"

Another voice in her mind sounded, and the teasing tone made Iris's cheeks slightly red. Iris shook her head slightly: "No, Mr. Jonas seemed a little tired after returning from outside yesterday, and Sister Eiffel is also resting. At this time, we can't go up and cause trouble."

The naive Iris naturally didn't think of going together.

She didn't want to disturb the busy Jonas. She knew he was busy dealing with the daily affairs of the Alte Foundation. Although she was very eager to get his help, she didn't want to be a burden to him.

"That's your problem, Elise. Why are you always so hesitant? As long as you ask, Mr. Jonas will definitely help you."

"I know, but I don't want to add pressure to him. He's busy enough as it is."

"Hehe, I think it's something else. You actually enjoy the pleasure of being taken care of by Mr. Jonas, right? Don't say you don't have any. If it were me, I would have taken it long ago."

Jonas sat behind his desk, processing various documents. Every time he completed a task, he took a deep breath and moved on to the next project.

He looks busy, but he will do other things after completing a small part. After all, the Federation is now being pinned down by Dragon City and is not that busy anymore.

Outside the window, the outline of the city gradually became blurred in the sunset, but in this quiet office, time seemed to be stretched.

"Go ahead, Elise, he won't mind."

Encouraged by the voice, Elise finally plucked up the courage. She gently closed the book, stood up, and walked to Jonas's desk.

"Mr. Jonas, may I interrupt your work for a moment? I encountered some difficulties when reading this book. I wonder if you can give me some advice?"

Jonas raised his head, a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He put down the work in his hands and smiled at her.

"Of course, Elise. Come on, tell me what's your problem?"

His voice was calm and gentle, which made Elise feel at ease. She pulled up a chair, sat across from Jonas, and began to explain to him in detail her confusion about the book.

These are all very simple problems that can be solved with sufficient life experience, but Iris happens to lack this.

And that’s also an excuse.

Finally she couldn't help but speak.

"Mr. Jonas, what are you doing?"

Pushed by another inner voice, Elise mustered up the courage, walked to Jonas, and asked in an almost inaudible voice: "Do you need my help? Like...like last time?"

"Huh? Why are you asking this so suddenly? What happened?"

Jonas made a gesture, inviting Iris to come closer. She hesitated for a moment, but finally closed her eyes and sat gently on his lap. Feeling that Jonas did not push her away, she leaned on him more relaxedly, a happy smile appearing on the corners of her mouth.

"Really? You're so happy about such a small thing. If it were me, I would have won Mr. Jonas' heart long ago, and you're still hesitating here." Another voice in her heart criticized, but Iris chose to ignore it.

She didn't care about the criticism and ridicule, because she knew that at this moment, it was she who was actually sitting in Jonas' arms.

Elise closed her eyes, intending to enjoy this wonderful moment. However, she felt Jonas' arm around her waist, and although she felt no discomfort, she still felt a little nervous.

"Iris, you did an excellent job before, so you don't have to be so cautious. Come over if you want."

Jonas whispered softly, gently stroking Iris's little head.

Elise felt her cheeks growing hot, knowing that Mr. Jonas had seen through her long ago.

"Uh-huh."

Her mind was a little confused and she didn't hear Jonas' words clearly, but she felt that he was praising her and knew that her efforts were recognized by him.

It feels so wonderful!