"Joe Heath, can you stop? Can you let me eat my dinner in peace?"
Jasmine Yale was furious.
Joe Heath quickly stood up, took a pair of clean cutlery with a grin, and handed them to her attentively.
"Don't be angry, eat. You are so thin, you have to eat more."
Jasmine Yale wished she could tear him apart, she had never met such a thick-skinned person.
Joe Heath laughed and sat down again, "By the way, I heard that little guy Chale Cheney really likes you?"
"Who told you?" Jasmine Yale frowned.
"The servant from the Cheney residence."
"Oh."
Jasmine Yale relaxed a bit and started to cut her steak again.
Joe Heath raised his wine glass, squinting at Jasmine Yale.
Under the dim crystal light, Jasmine Yale's oval face was very beautiful, without any makeup, pure and natural.
Black hair, big eyes like purple grapes.
Quite charming.
No wonder, even his brother who typically avoids women was also bewitched.
