"You can just tell , can’t you?" Jesse Rowan chuckled.
"My father’s friend is a perfur, this is custom-made. The top notes are citrus champagne, green apple, blackberry; the mid notes are red rose, agarwood, cypress, red lotus, golden lotus; the base notes are vanilla, orchid, patchouli, cedarwood, and amber."
"Oh..." Jesse Rowan drawled, as if suddenly enlightened, "That’s quite enlightening."
Joan Harry closed her eyes and did not speak again.
However, Jesse Rowan, like a puppy, wrapped his arms around Joan Harry’s waist and sniffed the fragrance of her perfu again.
Just as Joan tried to move, he pressed down on her, not allowing her to move.
"Joan, the scent of your perfu is the most pleasant I’ve ever slled, and it suits you so well."
Joan Harry didn’t want to say another word to him, her brows furrowed, her face pale and exhausted.
Suddenly, many fragnts flashed through her mind, scenes of doing problems in the classroom, hosting programs on stage, and ribbon-cutting at work... too many to count.
But without exception, she had never been as embarrassed as she was now.
Nor had she ever imagined, that there would co a day when she would be so embarrassed.
"Why are you ignoring ?" Jesse Rowan looked innocent. "What would you like to eat tonight? I’ll have the chef make it for you, anything you want."
"I don’t want to eat anything; every single second with you is disgusting." Joan Harry spoke softly, with a despairing indifference, like the endless drizzle of rain.
Jesse Rowan was stunned for a mont.
His fair face showed an indescribable expression.
He then quieted down, touched his face, and murmured to himself, "With such a handso face, why the disdain?"
Joan Harry supported her head, her head aching.
These days, she often stayed up all night.
Sotis she even thought of suicide.
But as soon as the thought arose, she wanted to cry.
Inside the car, silence prevailed for a few minutes.
But Jesse Rowan, outgoing and lively, could not keep quiet for more than five minutes, and he spoke again: "Joan, there are so things I did wrong, I can make it up to you. What do you want? I’ll give you a villa, a car, how about that, okay?"
His coaxing tone was gentle and sexy, and with his looks, it could indeed soften one’s heart.
But Joan Harry’s heart was frozen.
Possibly... it might never thaw.
"All these are your family’s possessions, look at my brain." Jesse Rowan slapped his head, "Then what should I give you..."
"Jesse Rowan, I don’t want anything from you, can you just shut up?"
"Okay, okay."
Jesse Rowan beca quiet again.
The expressionless driver was used to the antics of their young master.
However, the girl brought ho this ti was a bit different from before.
In the past, it was mostly sexy and seductive ones; this ti, it was a pure-looking girl and seed a bit older than their young master.
He wondered if their young master had abducted a decent lady.
The driver acknowledged Jesse Rowan’s skill at deceiving girls.
Of course, their young master had the looks, the money, everything, so it was no wonder he could charm the ladies.
The car turned into Jesse Rowan’s villa—Koi Garden.
A vast area, with picturesque scenery, nestled against mountains and water, far from the city.
The gate opened to a fountain, the car circled it and drove into the garage.
The villa was a brand new European style, luxuriously decorated, with many servants.
As they got out of the car, Jesse Rowan picked up a pearl hairpin that had fallen on the ground: "You dropped your hairpin, let put it on for you."
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