He really drove straight back to his Riverfront District Villa, where Jaylene had taken care of him one night when he was sick before, and that night had been quite ambiguous for them both.
"Stay at my place tonight," Joseph Thompson lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I missed you."
Jaylene's face immediately turned red to the root of her neck, naturally knowing what he meant by "miss."
Seeing that she didn't respond, he continued with a smile, "Don't you miss me? Huh?"
"...…". Jaylene's face turned red with shame again. Joseph Thompson, could he not mention "that" every three sentences?
Joseph Thompson lowered his eyes to look at her, whose cheeks were flushed red. Despite being a twenty-five-year-old young woman, she looked like a fifteen-year-old girl, with her ivory-white skin tinged with blush, like a red apple in the fall, tempting one to take a bite.
