Joseph glanced at her, and she hurried to eat foie gras.
But the foie gras was so slippery that it fell on the table and stained her cuff. She frowned, but the next second, Joseph took the napkin and naturally took her hand and cleaned her cuff.
Irish's face became red, wanting to pull her hand back, but she listened to his command, "Don't move."
She stopped and let people cast their eyes around her.
His palm was warm, his fingertips a little cool. Irish quietly looked at him. He lowered his eyes and quietly wiped oil stains, whose slightly low cheek lines were hard and clear, and his thin lips slightly closed, although serious but impressive.
The oil stains left only shallow prints.
He just let go of her hand.
Her wrist left the temperature of his fingers.
"Attend the meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon." Joseph did not eat much, and the plate had been empty.
