"Yeah, have fun however you like." Joe Heath said.
He took a bottle of red wine and poured a glass for Jasmine Yale.
"How did I end up knowing someone like you? We are completely different." Jasmine Yale laughed.
Joe Heath was imbued with the habits of a dandy.
And she, sitting next to him, felt like a waitress.
"How can you know we are different if you haven't tried?" Joe Heath spoke in a low voice.
"I… screw off." Jasmine Yale despised him.
His ability to make lewd comments was truly top-notch.
Joe Heath's mood improved a bit, and he laughed out loud.
"Andee, my shoulder hurts, give me a massage." Joe Heath shouted.
A woman, twisting her waist, walked behind him and said sweetly, "Sure".
The woman massaged Joe Heath's shoulders.
Jasmine Yale just kept eating.
Joe Heath crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.
"Hey, Mr. Jameson, lend me some of your precious books, I'll let my girlfriend have a look." Joe Heath said.
