Joseph Thompson walked towards her step by step. The dim street lamp light fell on his head, shoulders, and his off-white Versace shirt...
There was no expression on his face; he just walked towards her swiftly. His pitch-black eyes seemed even more lustrous under the dim street lamp.
The streetlight above Jaylene confused her momentarily. Watching Joseph coming closer, she was baffled and suddenly forgot how to react.
It was past 10 p.m., and in mid-December, even in the southern region, there was a chill in the air.
Jaylene breathed heavily, and the white steam emitted from her mouth as if her entire body was frozen.
"Gale Summer said your mother's heart condition has flared up again?" Joseph Thompson stopped in front of her.
"You... how did you end up here?" Perhaps it was because Jaylene had slapped him in public at Beacon Hill two weeks ago; she felt a little uneasy looking at Joseph.
