His eyes were gentle and warm, with a rare look of tenderness. A light smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
"Why are you crying? Weren't you just having a good chat with Ricky Lewis?" His voice was gentle, like drinking 40° warm water. It felt incredibly comfortable.
Jaylene stared at him blankly. Her dizzy mind jolted, and her blurred vision finally clarified, affording her a clear view of him.
She lifted her hand and pushed away the one he had tenderly placed on her cheek. She staggered back two steps, instinctively putting some distance between them.
"How did you get here?" She finally noticed his car parked in a dark corner not far away. Her eyes, red from crying, widened in surprise, "Did you follow me?"
Because she had been drinking, because her voice was hoarse and weak, her words sounded soft, lacking her usual calm and composure. She also slurred her words slightly.
Joseph Thompson looked at her steadily. His lips moved, but he did not answer her question.
