The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Chapter 281

‘Oh, he didn’t sleep a wink because he and Anya had spent the night experiencing the miracles of life!‘ Corinne remembered.

Jeremy frowned when he saw the look of disgust on her face.” Do I disgust you? All men have beards, you know.”

Corinne came back to her senses, got up from him, and shook her head after moving a little away. “No. You look handsome with a beard.”

Whether or not he grew a beard had nothing to do with her, so the question of liking or disliking it did not arise.

“You think I’m handsome, then?” There was a surge of heat in Jeremy’s expression, for it was rare to hear her say something nice about him.

Corinne remained calm. “Your handsomeness is a fact. My opinion doesn’t matter.”

“Is that why you are so cold toward me?”

“Am I supposed to be super friendly with you just because you’re handsome? There are plenty of handsome men out there, so am I supposed to get close to all of them?”

Jeremy’s complexion darkened. He dragged her over, sat her down on the sofa with a sullen face, and abruptly placed the cake plate in front of her as he said coldly, “Don’t think about that stuff. Eat your cake!”

snorted unhappily when she was forced to sit. ‘Yeah,

be swollen, but she could

Jeremy’s laptop screen too. He had stopped causing trouble and

fork and asked,

three days at

hospital, so she negotiated with him. “I’ll be fine as long as I don’t come into contact with allergens, right? I want to go home to recuperate. Can

about to put a cake in her mouth, he

she saw that. ‘Is he…begging me for the cake? And what’s with that tiny hint of threat in his eyes? Is he saying that I have to feed him if I am to have the smallest chance of discussing this with

did not want to stay in the hospital for three more days, she decided to set down the cake that she had not yet eaten and

her wrist before she could put it down, and he pulled her over forcibly

regained her senses, she quickly threw the fork away and replaced it with a

“Do I disgust you

and said, “It’s unhygienic. Sharing utensils is equivalent to engaging in a ritual of

worry about that. The germ exchange between

the night she got drugged, was in heat, and

wanted to forget it, which made it even more irksome that he had mentioned it