Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 18 You’re the Best, Jojo

It was nine at night by the time Joseph got home.

The villa was dark and quiet. He changed into his house slippers at the entrance and walked past Chloe’s room, stopping for a moment before raising his hand to knock a few times.

Chloe’s hoarse voice came from inside, “Just a moment.”

As she spoke, a ray of light shone through the crack under the door. After a few seconds, Chloe got to the door. Following a brief pause, she turned the handle and the door creaked open. However, her usual beaming expression had vanished, replaced instead by puffy, reddened eyes and nose, a clear indication that she had been crying for quite some time.

Looking at Chloe in this manner was unsettling for Joseph. She appeared disheartened, akin to a drooping flower drenched by a storm.

“Have you been crying?” he asked.

Chloe sniffled and turned her face to the side. “No.”

“I’m not blind,” he replied calmly.

Chloe was in no mood to argue with him and asked weakly, “What do you want?”

Joseph froze for a while and replied, “Nothing. I’m about to have dinner. Would you like anything?”

She shook her head, believing that he was merely being courteous. At the same time, she chided him inwardly, ‘Working under a capitalist surely isn’t easy. It’s already ten at night and he still wants the chef to come over and cook for him.‘

Without uttering a word, Joseph went back to his room, leaving Chloe alone. She shut the door and climbed into bed, clutching the teddy bear her mother had given her as a child. As she held it tightly, she whispered to it about how much she missed her mother.

off

the smell of food. In the darkness, her stomach grumbled loudly. After wrestling with herself for

kitchen, Joseph was wearing casual clothes, sprinkling chopped fresh parsley onto a plate of steaming lemon parsley pasta. He lifted his eyes to glance at the person peeking

gulped as she watched him skillfully

can cook? Even though it’s just pasta, it

changed the channel on the TV to a finance program, and ate gracefully while watching the report. He appeared

he would offer to share with her,

a rude man! I even thought of taking cooking classes to learn how to cook for him, can’t be bothered to share his food with

yet

he

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walked over to the TV and stood in front of it, intentionally blocking Joseph’s view. Then, she made a pouting face and

you weren’t hungry,” Joseph said

didn’t want to trouble someone so late at night,” she

with tension.

smile on his face, Joseph looked at her and asked,

time, but now I am. And

in the kitchen. Go get it yourself.” His tone was still chilly, but there was a slight hint of softening

”

another plate of pasta on the table. Delighted, she brought out the

call me that.”