The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 396

Corinne sat down and waited for Jeremy to change into a fresh set of clothes. She felt a little bored, so she took out her cell phone and played a few games to pass the time.

Half an hour later, Jeremy said to her, “I’m ready. Let’s head out.”

She raised her head and was stunned to see him. It was rare for Jeremy to change into casualwear, and it was such a stark contrast from his business-like suits and leather shoes. Even his hair was not combed into his usual serious, mature, and meticulous hairdo, and there was a touch of gentleness to his determined expression.

“Have you had your fill of staring at me?” The man walked up to her and poked her forehead.

Corinne snapped back to her senses, rubbed her slightly- hurting forehead, and placed her phone into her pocket.

She curled her lips and asked, “Can’t I look at you?”

The man cocked his eyebrow. “If you like looking at me so much, then why’d you let me sleep in the study every night? If you let me sleep with you in the room tonight, you can look at me as much as you want. How about it?”

Corinne blushed, stood up, and said seriously, “I just think you look several years younger with this getup. Don’t read too much into my stares.”

displeasure. “Do

without hesitation. “Why

always call you ‘mister’?”

leaned closer, and hooked her chin up. “Now that I’m not so old to you anymore,

and said,

‘B-r-o?’

Jeremy was speechless.

moment would not just call him ‘bro’ on such an occasion! Jeremy massaged the space between his brows and followed the little

than asking his driver to drive them, Jeremy decided to drive a sports car and bring her to a villa in the

mountain view.

of the car, looked around

her hunger grew stronger as he smelled the aroma of barbecue wafting from the villa. Before she had time to ask whose home it belonged to, Jeremy pulled her into the yard

exquisitely maintained, and one could tell that the homeowner was a person of great taste. When they walked in, they saw Zeke, whom

his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. With a basting brush in his hand,

footsteps, he raised his