The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 133

‘Sigh. He saw me after all…’

Without waiting for Corinne to give a reason to explain, the man leaned over and approached her for a while with a stern, oppressive tone. “Didn’t I forbid you from drinking anything other people offer you? Did you forget what I said?”

There was such a disparity in height that Corinne was forced to tilt her neck upward

uncomfortably. “I didn’t. I remember…”

Jeremy lifted her small face forcibly again, with his fingers pinching her cheeks gently and the web between his index finger and thumb propping her chin up. He held her condescendingly and said, “And you still did it?”

Corinne explained uncomfortably. “Mister, it’s not what you think…”

The man’s face was calm as usual, but there was a bit of sullen annoyance in his expression. “How do you think I should feel when my wife is drinking with another man in front of me?”

helpless. She knew she had been wrong and could only say concisely to

hands relaxed slightly. “And what’s

was unable to explain her situation clearly unless she told him everything. Corinne could only tell the truth and say, “Mister Jason has three paintings in his gallery that I want. He refused to sell them to me, but he said that he’d give

know which paintings you

not a real couple, so I don’t think it’s appropriate to bother you, let alone owe

a debt. As I said, I can give you everything except my feelings as long as you become Missus

clear eyes as she said, “A relationship between two people essentially starts with owing something to each other. Whether it’s favors or money, what’s given must be returned, and what’s owed must be repaid. It’s a two-way street, and that’s how relationships start to become complicated and muddy. Once that happens, it’ll be difficult to sever ties amiably, so

frowned slightly. “You seem to be eagerly looking forward

eager to have a relationship with him, but she seemed to want nothing

blinked her bright eyes. She was unhappy because her chin was a little sore from being pinched by him, but a vengeful idea came to mind. She tiptoed and hooked

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Do you want me to depend on you? Aren’t

her and merely lowered his handsome gaze and watched quietly as she