Chapter 250: Most Hated Being Doubted
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“Do I…look like a bad guy?” Joe Heath looked at her with a pseudo-smile.
“Just focus on driving, I don’t want to die with you.” Jasmine Yale said irritably.
“Really?”
Joe Heath suddenly accelerated—
The sports car had great performance, and the road was a wide thoroughfare!
In an instant, the wind rushed past her along with the electric energy, and the cold wind whistled past her ears.
As the speed increased, Jasmine Yale hastily tightened her seat belt.
“Joe Heath, you must be used to playing this trick with won, right? If you don’t give a damn about your life, I do!”
She was notoriously afraid of death, it was terrifying!
In an instant, Jasmine Yale’s face turned even paler.
Joe Heath slowed down and chuckled: “I won’t tease you anymore, you can’t take a joke.”
“Drop off at the front of Respected Majesty, thank you.”
“It’s my birthday tonight, are you coming?” Joe Heath asked with a smile.
He had co today to personally invite Sylvan Cheney, but ended up running into Jasmine Yale instead.
“Birthday?” Jasmine Yale turned her head, looked at him, and smiled, “Wishing CEO Heath a life filled with blossoming peach blossoms, and a long and healthy life.”
“As for the gift, I didn’t prepare any. Even if I did, I don’t think CEO Heath would have liked it.”
“Aren’t you the best gift?” Joe Heath squinted, revealing a wicked grin.
His deep and shiny peach blossom eyes, especially charming when he smiled, were bewitchingly attractive.
“CEO Heath, you flatter too much.” Jasmine Yale said, “Besides, friends exchange gifts. CEO Heath and I, we aren’t friends, are we?”
“Yes, we certainly can’t be considered friends, I think…” Joe Heath raised his eyebrows, stroking his chin, “Lovers would be better.”
At that mont, the car turned a corner.
There was a florist on the side of the road with modest decorations, Joe Heath pulled over.
With a snap of his fingers, he leaned over her.
“Wait for a minute.”
With that, Joe Heath jumped out of the car.
There was a wide range of flowers in the store, all types and forms.
Joe Heath hadn’t often given flowers before, but he felt… these roses with thorns were quite suitable for Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale was confused for a mont.
By the ti she ca to her senses, Joe Heath had already returned.
Joe Heath had a faint scent of old spice mixed with the aroma of roses, which was quite strong.
“Achoo.”
Jasmine Yale sneezed without any grace.
“…” Joe’s face turned black.
The roses were freshly picked, still with dew from the late autumn on them, their bright and delicate bloom was very pleasing to the eye.
Joe Heath tossed a bouquet of roses into her lap.
“These are for you, take them.”
Jasmine Yale contemptuously tossed the flowers aside, as if she had touched a hot potato.
“They’re too ugly, I don’t want them.”
“Ungrateful.” Joe Heath gritted his teeth in anger.
The beautiful pink roses lay between them, their heads drooping.
“Seriously, it’s my birthday tonight, will you co? I only have a birthday once a year.” Joe Heath spoke casually.
“Who knows if you’re really having a birthday or if it’s a lie.”
Jasmine Yale scoffed, unbelieving.
“Damn.”
This was the first ti that Joe Heath had been doubted by anyone, did he seem like soone full of lies?
“Jasmine Yale, no one has ever doubted like this before, if you don’t believe then forget it! I, Joe Heath, hate being doubted the most.”
With that, Joe Heath got angry and tersely tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his face impatient.
Jasmine Yale turned her head to look at him. His handso face was full of dark clouds, was he angry?
What was there to be angry about.
Being a man, he was so petty?
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