In the room, a small suitcase was thrown onto the bed. Avery Jane was sweating with anxiety, but she couldn't move quickly. Her whole body felt sore and weak, and her legs seemed to tremble as she walked.
"No rush, no rush, shall I send you to Paris?" Joshua Hughes held her waist from behind, soothing her gently.
"No." Avery replied decisively. It was her job, and she couldn't allow principles to be disrupted. No matter how wealthy he was, it was his business. In terms of feelings, she sought equality, not him solving everything for her. She didn't want to depend on any man, even if she was emotionally moved by him.
Joshua's eyes dimmed, like a starless night sky. Was she angry?
Since she'd only stay for two days, she hadn't packed much. She changed into a fitted grey long shirt, black leggings, and white flat shoes, projecting a youthful and alluring charm.
"Is Avery upset that I was too greedy yesterday?" Joshua watched her movements, his eyes glimmering, subtle and scattered.
