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.

Chloe drifted off to sleep.

In the darkness, her stomach grumbled loudly. After wrestling

clothes, sprinkling chopped fresh parsley onto a plate of steaming lemon parsley pasta. He lifted his eyes to

watched him

Even though it’s

finance program, and ate gracefully while watching

offer to share with her, but he did

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

weren’t hungry,” Joseph said in a

want to trouble someone so

with tension.

his face, Joseph looked at her and asked, “So you’re fine with troubling

no, not really. I wasn’t hungry at the time, but now I am. And most importantly, I really

get it yourself.” His tone was still chilly,

”

plate of pasta on the table. Delighted, she brought

call me