The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Chapter 180

Corinne looked at Jeremy, blinked sheepishly, and mumbled in response sleepily.

Jeremy had changed into a new set of formal wear. Tommy must have brought it to him.

Corinne thought for a while and said, “Um… My clothes are unwearable. Can you please have someone bring me a new set of clothes?”

Jeremy glanced at the torn clothes on the floor. He narrowed his eyes as he recalled he nearly tore the little rascal into pieces. It was a satisfying night that he would remember forever.

He raised his hand to pass a shopping bag to her that he just brought in. “Tommy bought these in the shopping mall. The size may not fit you, but put these on for now. You can change into your clothes after we get home.”

Corinne accepted it. “Thank you.”

She went into the bathroom to freshen up and put on the clothes. It was a dress that

straightforward men would like. The size was one size too big, but she luckily could still wear

them.

the clothes, she came out and saw Jeremy smoking on the balcony. Facing his back, she said, “Mister, I have something to do,

and glanced at her unhappily. He exhaled the smoke

for?’ Corinne walked toward him reluctantly and stopped a few steps away from him to maintain

putting off his cigarette. “Why

this. “Well, what else should I

long eyes. “What do you think? What

pursed her lips embarrassingly. “Mister, can you stop teasing me? I helped you solve your problem last night… Also, it’s not funny!”

I’m teasing her? Jeremy sneered. “But of course, oh benevolent one. I surely can’t treat you

meant by that, but she was not looking for any repayment. She was -not forced to do it last night

the deed. She did it because she wanted to save him, not because she was sacrificing her body to him with the intention to exchange for something.

straightened himself and approached her. With his calloused long fingers, he grabbed her

stunned. Instinctively, she backed up, but Jeremy put his hand around her waist

her toward

was not scared of

no choice but to

brow. “Mister, is