"Mr. Dinkins, you are so attractive, handsome, and rich. I am willing to drink ALL the wine in the world for you without asking for anything in return," the woman slowly touched his chest as she spoke.
"No, I insist. I never like to owe anyone," smiled Brian lightly.
There was a light flashed in his eyes in this luxurious room. The woman looked at Brian infatuatedly, and she was fascinated by him.
"Why don't you give me a kiss?" said the woman.
Joan was hurt listening to their conversation. Her nose was a little sour, and the vision became blurred in front of her. It was a good way to get back to her.
Brian asked her here but ignored her existence. This kind of hurtful and invisible approach was indeed neat and tidy.
Joan drank the remaining orange juice, and forced back the tears i
