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

her stomach grumbled loudly. After wrestling with herself for a bit, she gave in

parsley onto a plate of steaming lemon parsley pasta. He lifted his eyes to glance at the person peeking from the corner of the stairs and his lips

watched him skillfully toss a salad.

cook? Even though it’s

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

to share with her, but he did not.

how to cook

yet

he

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blocking Joseph’s

thought you said you weren’t hungry,” Joseph said

a chef over and didn’t want to trouble someone so late at night,” she explained. The moment her sentence ended, the air between them

with tension.

Joseph looked at her and asked, “So you’re fine with troubling me?”

hungry at the time, but now I am. And most importantly,

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

”

on the table. Delighted, she brought out the plate

me