The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 281

‘Oh, he didn’t sleep a wink because he and Anya had spent the night experiencing the miracles of life!‘ Corinne remembered.

Jeremy frowned when he saw the look of disgust on her face.” Do I disgust you? All men have beards, you know.”

Corinne came back to her senses, got up from him, and shook her head after moving a little away. “No. You look handsome with a beard.”

Whether or not he grew a beard had nothing to do with her, so the question of liking or disliking it did not arise.

“You think I’m handsome, then?” There was a surge of heat in Jeremy’s expression, for it was rare to hear her say something nice about him.

Corinne remained calm. “Your handsomeness is a fact. My opinion doesn’t matter.”

“Is that why you are so cold toward me?”

“Am I supposed to be super friendly with you just because you’re handsome? There are plenty of handsome men out there, so am I supposed to get close to all of them?”

Jeremy’s complexion darkened. He dragged her over, sat her down on the sofa with a sullen face, and abruptly placed the cake plate in front of her as he said coldly, “Don’t think about that stuff. Eat your cake!”

Corinne snorted unhappily when she was forced to sit. ‘Yeah, yeah, I’ll eat it!‘

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hands might be swollen, but she could still hold the fork- albeit with

and merely sat on the sofa while eating her cake. From time to time, she glanced at Jeremy’s laptop screen too. He had stopped causing trouble and continued to focus on reviewing the documents on his laptop. Occasionally,

so she sucked on the cake fork and asked, “When

three days

to stay in the hospital, so she negotiated with him. “I’ll be fine as long as I don’t come into

as he saw Corinne was about to put a cake in her mouth, he raised

for a moment when she saw that. ‘Is he…begging me for the cake? And what’s with that tiny hint of threat in

not want to stay in the hospital for three more

grabbed her wrist before she could put it down, and

showed no hesitation at all in eating the cake she

by the time she regained her senses, she quickly threw the fork away

frowned. “Do I disgust you

and said, “It’s unhygienic. Sharing utensils is equivalent to engaging

that. The germ exchange between us has already

what happened on the night she got drugged, was in heat, and engaged in a passionate spiritual and physical encounter

to forget it, which made it even more irksome that he had mentioned

not take it anymore.