"You're in high demand, that's true, why get angry?" Avery Jane whispered softly as she lowered her head.
"But not so much with you, right?" His deep voice carried an undeniable magnetism, echoing through the vast Glass Palace. It felt like flirting, yet there was a faint sigh detectable in his tone.
"I want to go home. You should go back to work too." Avery lowered her head, avoiding the topic. If it weren't for that incident in Paris, perhaps she would have boldly retorted, but now even his suspicions seemed plausible to her. That incident was like a dreadful thorn lodged in her tender throat, impossible to swallow or spit out, causing pain even when she swallowed.
Lowering her head, her black hair scattered across her cheeks, concealing her worries. There was no need to guess; Joshua Hughes knew exactly what she was thinking, hesitating over, and suffering from.
