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.‘

teddy bear her mother had given her as a child. As she held it tightly, she whispered to it about

off to sleep.

of food. In the darkness, her stomach grumbled loudly. After wrestling with

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

watched him skillfully

though it’s just pasta, it looks incredibly

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

thought he would offer to share with her, but he

rude man! I even 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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the TV and stood in front of it, intentionally blocking Joseph’s view. Then,

hungry,”

so late at night,” she explained. The moment her sentence ended, the air between them

with tension.

at her and asked, “So you’re fine with troubling

but now I am. And most

yourself.” His tone was still chilly, but there was a slight hint

Delighted, she brought out the plate and thanked Joseph with a twinkle in her eye. You’re

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