She bitterly bit her lip, knowing that this shame would soon arise. If she died yesterday, she would not go back with Joel.
"Primrose, are you not feeling well? My face looks very bad."
Joel very skillfully plays the role of a caring man, stepping to the side and placing a hand on Primrose's shoulder and gently rubbing it, his face full of worry. Primrose silently glared at him, the two of them glaring at each other with big eyes.
The families on both sides are very satisfied with Joel's caring attitude, thinking that the two young people also need space to deepen their feelings, Primrose's mother added.
"Joel, yesterday Primrose went to a classmate's house to play, so she's probably tired by now. Can you help me take her to her room to rest?"
What Primrose's mother's words meant as an adult was clear. Primrose saw her mother mercilessly push herself into another man's arms, her eyes turning even more pitiful. Okay, this world will soon no longer have love.
"How about staying at your house?"
Joel asked again. The hands resting on Primrose's shoulders also deliberately used a little more force as emphasis. Primrose also quickly grabbed his hand, as if afraid he would slip his words.
"Of course, I'm very close to Nancy, so I still sleep over at her house from time to time."
Primrose, afraid that Joel would reveal something secret, quickly interrupted. Fortunately, Joel did not continue to make it difficult for her; he just smiled a meaningful smile and followed Primrose's mother's words to lead her back to her room. The little feral cat suddenly turned into a docile domestic cat, retracting his claws. He felt very refreshed.
"Sweetie, you're so cold. How long are you going to pretend you don't know me?"
When he returned to Primrose's room, Joel skillfully pushed her against the wall, pressing her against her shady reproach. Primrose frowned and pushed him away, pretending not to understand.
"What are you talking about? We don't even know each other."
Now that it's just the two of them, Primrose doesn't need to worry anymore, sitting directly on the bed and playing with the phone. The hated Joel did not lose interest and sat down again next to Primrose, burying his head in her neck to feel her faint scent.
"So do you need me to remind you of some old stories?"
Without waiting for Primrose to respond, Joel rubbed his head against her neck and kissed the nape of her neck, his hand unintentionally brushing over her sensitive waist. He looked at Primrose's white skin with many new and old crimson kiss marks, both of which were his "finished products," and his mood also turned into joy.
"Stay away, you scoundrel."
Primrose didn't think that Joel would be such an arbitrary person, hating sitting a distance from him and pouting.
"You already know that I am my future fiance. Why did you deliberately follow me to that hotel yesterday?"
Primrose began to interrogate, thinking that Joel was plotting against her and that she herself was a lamb deceived by the gray wolf. Joel still gently hugged Primrose and explained.
"Don't get me wrong. Sweetie, I just found out about it this morning. As for yesterday's incident, it was entirely my fault that I followed my heart."
"Follow my heart," it was easy to say. Primrose pursed her lips, but her demeanor softened. Maybe Joel wasn't cheating on her; until this morning's meeting, he didn't know who the damn guy he was going to marry was.
But again and again, Joel still lied to her about his identity yesterday.
"Just an owner of a small car company? Our concept of large and small companies is really different."
Primrose repeated Joel's words yesterday in a sarcastic tone. One of the youngest billionaires mentioned me as an ordinary person. Should I say he's humble, or should I say he's dishonest?
Joel looked at Primrose's slightly pouted pink lips out of anger but laughed, hurriedly hugging her in his arms to comfort her.
"Because I don't want you to think too much. Anyway, I didn't know you were my fiancée at the time."
What Joel said reliably was Primrose snorting. If she hadn't heard about his identity from his parents' introduction a few days ago, she wouldn't have guessed that the libertine next to her last night and the billionaire with a huge fortune today were the same. people.
"Your hair color is really pretty. It suits you very well."
Joel quietly chatted to make the atmosphere of rivalry between the two disappear. Primrose could also relax. Primrose looked at him, about to say thank you when he heard Joel continue.
"The platinum color is just right on her fair skin, making me want to leave marks on it. You've just said that this morning, sleep with me for one night when we meet again, right?"
When Joel finished speaking, his hand slowly moved down to Primrose's bare shoulder. Although he was pleased with his performance the night before, Primrose, who understood the meaning of the words "one-night stand" better than anyone else, quickly put out his hand to stop it.
"Stop saying such indecent words. I have no interest in joking with you. It's just a one-night stand between us, and it ended yesterday."
Joel also understood this logic; it was just that his heart was involuntarily a little uncomfortable at Primrose's strange attitude. He kept the same sarcastic expression as before, and he and Primrose exchanged loving glances.
"Aren't we going to get married? Sweetie, we have a lifetime, not just one night."
She was enraged and clenched her fists, unable to take the initiative in the face of this person's hesitation. She frowned seriously and began to soften her voice to negotiate.
"Stop saying superfluous words." You don't want to marry me either. We just have to tell our parents that we don't like each other, and then this damn marriage will automatically be annulled."