"Look at the yard downstairs, there are so many people today, it's really lively." Jaylene laughed as the laughter from downstairs reached her ears, clear even on the third floor.
"Does your hand still hurt?" Joseph Thompson held her hand, his gaze falling on the back of her hand where she had applied ointment.
Jaylene shook her head: "Aunt was the one who applied the medicine for me, her hands are so gentle. She was giving me instructions when she was treating me, she's really nice."
Jaylene didn't conceal her gratitude towards Evone Thompson, truth be told, Evone's actions just now reminded her involuntarily of her mother, Nancy Scott.
"Hmm," he responded, suddenly pulling her into his embrace, and then the kiss fell.
Joseph's kiss was sudden, domineering and powerful. Jaylene retreated two steps, pinned against the glass door. His stubble rubbed against her skin, making her feel somewhat sore.
