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The Day I Kissed An Older Man novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

‘Sigh. He saw me after all…’

Without waiting for Corinne to give a reason to explain, the man leaned over and approached her for a while with a stern, oppressive tone. “Didn’t I forbid you from drinking anything other people offer you? Did you forget what I said?”

There was such a disparity in height that Corinne was forced to tilt her neck upward

uncomfortably. “I didn’t. I remember…”

Jeremy lifted her small face forcibly again, with his fingers pinching her cheeks gently and the web between his index finger and thumb propping her chin up. He held her condescendingly and said, “And you still did it?”

Corinne explained uncomfortably. “Mister, it’s not what you think…”

The man’s face was calm as usual, but there was a bit of sullen annoyance in his expression. “How do you think I should feel when my wife is drinking with another man in front of me?”

Corinne was helpless. She knew she had been wrong and could only say concisely to him, “That’s because he has something I want!”

Jeremy’s hands relaxed slightly. “And what’s that?”

Despite her reluctance to let him in on more details about herself, she was unable to explain her situation clearly unless she told him everything. Corinne could only tell the truth and say, “Mister Jason has three paintings in his gallery that I want. He refused to sell them to me, but he said that he’d give them to me if I drink with him.”

Jeremy frowned and let go of her. “You can let me know which paintings you want. There’s no need for you to drink under duress.”

Corinne lowered her eyes and said plainly, “We’re not a real couple, so I don’t think it’s appropriate to bother you, let alone owe you.”

Jeremy looked at her indifferently. “It’s not a debt. As I said, I can give you everything except my feelings as long as you become Missus Holden for three months.”

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