Jared Hughes' gaze involuntarily fell on Betsy Russell's cherry red lips several times, and somehow, he wanted to press down on her slowly moving lips, pinning her to the seat and kissing her.
He still remembered her soft taste.
"Second brother, Grandpa Hughes is calling!" Isa Hughes handed the phone to Jared Hughes, smiling as she spoke.
Jared's dark fantasy was suddenly interrupted. He took the phone from Isa's hand with his usual composure, his voice as calm as ever. "Grandpa?"
"Jared, your sister-in-law isn't feeling well, you must take good care of her today. I'm telling you, later let the reporters take some photos of your sister-in-law to clear her name..."
Sir Hughes' nagging voice on the phone was somewhat annoying. Jared lowered his eyes to hide his impatience, pursed his lips, and replied, "I understand."
After hanging up, Jared returned the phone to Isa and said indifferently, "I'll be busy today. After the meal, have Bill Treiber take you to take photos."
