"I'm very tired now, and I'm not in a good mood. Whatever Miss Jane asks, I probably won't agree. I just want to relax a bit now." Joshua Hughes's voice was low with a hint of hoarseness and a trace of exhaustion.
Avery Jane internally bit her lip; she really wasn't having much luck.
Joshua Hughes patiently watched her, picking up a cigar and leisurely smoking it. Even with just a bath towel wrapped around him, he exuded the complete confidence and nobility of a successful man.
Joshua Hughes didn't speak, but patiently waited for Avery Jane's response.
Watching her every tiny reaction, like a hunter watching a small prey walk into his trap.
He was enjoying her helpless panic and her pleading. When he saw her biting her lip, his gaze darkened suddenly, like a night losing its starlight.
"But Mr. Hughes, I really need this job," Avery Jane was a bit unwilling, recalling Angela Scott's advice and instructions.
