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Chapter 18

Chapter 18 You’re the Best, Jojo

It was nine at night by the time Joseph got home.

The villa was dark and quiet. He changed into his house slippers at the entrance and walked past Chloe’s room, stopping for a moment before raising his hand to knock a few times.

Chloe’s hoarse voice came from inside, “Just a moment.”

As she spoke, a ray of light shone through the crack under the door. After a few seconds, Chloe got to the door. Following a brief pause, she turned the handle and the door creaked open. However, her usual beaming expression had vanished, replaced instead by puffy, reddened eyes and nose, a clear indication that she had been crying for quite some time.

Looking at Chloe in this manner was unsettling for Joseph. She appeared disheartened, akin to a drooping flower drenched by a storm.

“Have you been crying?” he asked.

Chloe sniffled and turned her face to the side. “No.”

“I’m not blind,” he replied calmly.

Chloe was in no mood to argue with him and asked weakly, “What do you want?”

Joseph froze for a while and replied, “Nothing. I’m about to have dinner. Would you like anything?”

She shook her head, believing that he was merely being courteous. At the same time, she chided him inwardly, ‘Working under a capitalist surely isn’t easy. It’s already ten at night and he still wants the chef to come over and cook for him.‘

into bed, clutching the teddy bear her mother

drifted off to

she was aroused by the smell of food. In the darkness, her stomach grumbled loudly. After wrestling with herself for a bit, she gave

sprinkling chopped fresh parsley onto a plate of steaming lemon parsley pasta. He lifted his eyes to glance at the person peeking from the corner of the

gulped as she watched him skillfully toss a

it’s just pasta, it looks

the TV to a finance program, and ate gracefully while watching the report. He appeared to be

share with her,

thought of taking cooking classes to learn how to cook for him, can’t be bothered to share his

yet

he

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of it, intentionally blocking Joseph’s view. Then, she made a pouting face and said, “I’m hungry too.”

you said you weren’t hungry,” Joseph said in

so late at night,” she explained. The moment her sentence

with tension.

at her and asked, “So you’re

the time, but now I am. And most importantly, I really want to taste your cooking!”

kitchen. Go get it yourself.” His tone was still chilly, but there was a slight

”

peeked into the kitchen and saw another plate of pasta on the table. Delighted,

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