Joan Harry knew there was nothing to say to a man like this, so she just said calmly, "I want to leave the hospital today."
"You don’t look very well. Let’s talk tomorrow." Jesse Rowan lay on her shoulder, not letting go.
He seed to particularly enjoy the scent of Joan Harry, a faint fragrance that he could sll even with the strong dicinal odor of the hospital.
"Oh." Joan Harry didn’t argue with him, "After I leave the hospital, I’m going to find a job."
"Can’t I support you?"
"I don’t want you to support ." She wouldn’t take his money either.
"I want to support you; I have more money than I can spend."
"You can consider supporting other won, but I don’t need your support."
Jesse Rowan furrowed his brow, impatiently, "I want to support you, so what. You’re not allowed to work, and even if you do, you can only work at the Rowan Family as my secretary."
"Stop being unreasonable!" Of course, Joan Harry didn’t want to be his secretary.
If she beca his secretary, she’d truly see him 24 hours a day.
"I’m very reasonable, very reasonable." Jesse Rowan’s tone was gentle, "If you don’t want to be a secretary, that’s fine. Choose any position in the company, Joan, am I good to you or not..."
"Forget it, let go, we’ll talk after I’m out of the hospital." Joan Harry didn’t want to chat with a drunkard.
"I have a headache."
"I’ll call a servant for you."
"A kiss will make it not hurt." Jesse Rowan just wouldn’t let go, hugging her waist tightly, his large hand behaving obliviously.
"Crazy." Joan Harry coldly laughed, not wanting to pay him any mind.
"Not going to kiss ? Then I’ll kiss you. I don’t mind taking a bit of a loss."
With that, Jesse Rowan turned his face, kissing her cheek.
Joan Harry was so startled she almost dropped Yaya.
"You’re drunk, let go, if you don’t, I’ll call soone." Joan Harry said indifferently.
"But I have a headache."
"I’ll call a doctor for you."
"I don’t like doctors; they’re all very an. When I was little and had a fever, doctors would poke with needles, it was just a fever."
Listening to his childish words, Joan Harry found them both frustrating and amusing.
Getting angry at a drunk seems to only make oneself feel bad.
"Then I’ll help you go to sleep." Joan Harry grabbed his arm.
"No way..." Jesse Rowan grabbed her wrist instead, "If I fall asleep, you’ll run away."
"Run? Can I run out of your palm?" Joan Harry’s tone carried cold sarcasm.
"No way, you will definitely run." Jesse Rowan’s eyes were hazy with drunkenness. He inhaled Joan Harry’s scent, "Unless you hug while sleeping."
"Ha." Joan Harry said flatly, "Suit yourself."
"If you refuse, I’ll just hold you like this, it feels pretty good."
Jesse Rowan’s hands were continuously moving, sotis touching her waist, sotis her hand.
At this mont, sohow, his hand touched her abdon.
Joan Harry leapt as if shocked, forcibly pushing him away.
She had just had a child removed from her abdon, and she really disliked his touch.
Though she hadn’t intended to keep that child, she clearly rembered what Jesse Rowan had said.
He’d said she had purposely gotten pregnant...
Purposely pregnant? Ha...
"Why aren’t you talking? Talk to , or I’ll think you’ve run away." Jesse Rowan rested his chin on her shoulder, "Do you like Yaya?"
"It’s okay."
"My stingy friend only agreed to lend it for a month; if you like it, I’ll buy it from him."
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