She was a very traditional girl to begin with; she liked Sylvan Cheney, but only to the extent of a secret crush.
At most, she would ask him out for a al or to attend a party.
But, without exception, he almost always refused.
Joan Harry shook her head, not wanting to think about it anymore.
There wasn’t much to think about.
After this, there would no longer be any connection.
Not even the most basic superior-subordinate relationship.
Joan Harry bid farewell to Sylvan Cheney, walked alone down to the tea house, and hailed a taxi by the road back to the Harry Family.
It was hard to catch a taxi in this part of the road; Joan Harry had been standing for a long ti without any luck.
Just as she passed another traffic light and walked on, suddenly, a white Maserati pulled up alongside her.
The window was half lowered, and the man in the back seat, dressed in a white suit and wearing sunglasses, gave a wicked smile: "What a coincidence, Joan."
Joan Harry stepped back as if she had seen the plague and widened her eyes.
Jesse Rowan!
Landon is so big, why does this man persist like a haunting ghost?
It was only yesterday that he agreed to let her go ho, yet today she bumped into him again.
"Looking for a taxi? Co on, get in, there’s space in my car! Feel free to sit anywhere, next to , or even on my lap. Between us, there’s no need for formality." Jesse Rowan smiled with a cunning softness.
His looks weren’t bad, and he was very pale, looking young like a minor.
Joan Harry, much more mature than him, regarded Jesse Rowan as if he were her younger brother.
Jesse Rowan took off his sunglasses, his narrowed eyes gleaming.
Joan Harry turned and ran; she didn’t want to see this pervert again.
Sadly, she was wearing high heels and hadn’t run two steps before a force yanked her back and carried her horizontally into the car.
"Bang," the car door shut.
"Joan, tell , I just let you go last night, and today I see you again. Isn’t that fate? Hmm?"
"Get lost!"
Joan Harry was pressed in his arms, unable to move.
Her cheeks swelled red as she struggled with all her might.
"I don’t like disobedient won, disobedience must be punished." Jesse Rowan raised his hand and patted her bottom, "Don’t move, did you hear ."
"Jesse Rowan, you’re just a pervert! You said last night that you wouldn’t trouble anymore. I also promised you that I wouldn’t tell anyone about this incident."
"You believe what a man says in bed? Joan, it’s not good to be so naive."
Him calling her na always made her skin crawl.
During the struggle, her pearl hair clip fell to the ground with a crisp "clink."
"Jesse Rowan, I’m leaving the country, stop following , okay?"
"So eager to leave the country? Is it to avoid ? I don’t like this answer." Jesse Rowan curled up his lips, "Co to my villa, I’ve newly acquired a villa, and no other woman has lived in it yet."
Joan Harry sneered, "You want to be your mistress?"
"You can’t put it that way, you enjoy it too, don’t you? And I have a lot of things to play with, I can teach you."
"No need."
"Whether you need it or not isn’t up to you. Currently, I can’t find a woman more suitable than you."
"When will you stop pestering ?"
"Let sleep with you for a few more nights; I might get tired of you after a few nights. The longest I’ve kept a female companion was half a year; the shortest was one day."
"Slap" —
Joan Harry, furious and humiliated, slapped Jesse Rowan across the face.
Jesse Rowan’s pale face imdiately bore the imprint of five fingers.
Slapping, an act which becos proficient after two rounds.
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