Jaylene's body instinctively shuddered, but she couldn't break free from his wrist. She could only stare at the patterns on his hand.
Joseph Thompson didn't speak either. The hand gripping her wrist did not let go, and his gaze remained fixed on her.
The two of them were in a stalemate for about five minutes until Joseph finally broke the silence, "You really don't want me to stay here?"
"I need to tidy up and go to the hospital to see my father. You have to go to work," she said tactfully, without directly denying his words.
"You're not going to work?" he raised an eyebrow. "Is the problem not resolved yet?"
"..." She was silent. He was the big boss. She guessed that he had been very busy recently and hadn't noticed her little problem.
At this moment, Jaylene's mobile phone rang with a popular song in her room. It sounded especially loud in the quiet environment.
"I'll go in and take the call," Jaylene looked at him and signaled with her eyes for him to let go of her hand.
