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 to sleep.

slept when she was aroused by the smell of food. In the darkness, her stomach grumbled loudly.

clothes, sprinkling chopped fresh parsley onto a plate of steaming lemon parsley pasta. He lifted his eyes to glance at the person peeking from the corner of

as she watched him skillfully toss a

Even though it’s just

the table, changed the channel on the TV to a finance program, and ate gracefully while watching the

would offer to share with her, but he did

thought of taking cooking classes to learn how to

yet

he

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it, intentionally blocking Joseph’s view.

hungry,” Joseph

over and didn’t want to trouble someone so late at

with tension.

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

really. I wasn’t hungry at the time, but now I am. And most importantly, I really want to taste your

in the kitchen. Go get it yourself.” His tone was still

”

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

call me that.”