"Joseph Thompson, do you not feel pathetic for chasing me so relentlessly like this? You're the renowned Second Young Master Thompson, could you please not be so demeaning?"
Having no other choice, Jaylene could only resort to hurtful words. Her only goal was that her harsh language would anger Joseph enough for him to let her go.
This time, Joseph stopped abruptly, causing Jaylene, who was being dragged by him, to carelessly lean forward and crash into his hard back.
He turned around and looked straight at her, his other hand reaching out to pinch her cheek. "Demeaning? Are you not demeaning too? Don't forget, in the Liberty apartment, which one of us was more demeaning than the other?"
Jaylene glared at him, her nose tingling, and her eyes turning red in an instant. Joseph had indeed hit a nerve.
