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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.‘

and climbed into bed, clutching the teddy bear her mother had given her as

drifted off

food. In the darkness, her stomach grumbled loudly. After wrestling with herself for a bit, she gave

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

as she watched him skillfully toss a

cook? Even though it’s just pasta,

the table, changed the channel on the TV to a finance program, and ate gracefully while watching the report. He appeared to be quite satisfied.

to share with her, but he did not.

even thought of taking cooking classes to learn how to cook

yet

he

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in front of it, intentionally blocking Joseph’s view. Then, she made a pouting face and said,

said you weren’t hungry,”

thought you were going to call a chef over and didn’t want to trouble someone so late at night,” she explained. The

with tension.

fake smile on his face, Joseph looked at her

wasn’t hungry at the time, but now I am. And most importantly, I really want to

yourself.” His tone was still chilly, but there was

”

of pasta on the table. Delighted, she brought out the plate and thanked Joseph with a twinkle in

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