The Day I Kissed An Older Man novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270

Anya tugged at the hem of Jeremy’s shirt and said softly, Jeremy, I’ve introduced myself to Corinne. You were right about her after all! She’s a nice girl, and I like her too!”

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Finally, Jeremy’s gaze shifted from Corinne as he then looked down at Anya. He said, “Go change your clothes. I’ll ask Tommy to send you back. Your family misses you.”

Anya was rather reluctant, but she nodded obediently. “Okay. Well, I’ll head home now.”

Jeremy responded and looked up again, frowning when he realized Corinne was no longer there.

Corinne headed upstairs while Jeremy spoke to Anya. It was no fun being the third wheel.

The moment she entered the room, she could sense that

someone had moved the items.

The room was Jeremy’s, and she had been staying in this room to play a good role as Jeremy’s wife ever since she moved in.

Jeremy did not come back very often. Even when he did, he would sleep on the couch after taking his shower. Never had he truly moved the items in the room.

When the maid did the cleaning, they never dared to move any of the items.

At this moment, many items on the shelves and table had shifted places. Even the lamp on the bedside table was moved

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from the left to the right.

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How deeply in love were they with each other? Jeremy was always a calm person with much self–restraint. It was nearly impossible for him to lose control of himself and allow himself to indulge so much unless he loved Anya that much.

Corinne’s eyes sank. “Mister, you look very tired today. You can have the bedroom. I’ll go to the guest room.”

She then attempted to walk past Jeremy to head out.

Nevertheless, Jeremy calmly stepped forward and stopped Corinne from leaving. He asked fiercely, “Where did you go last night?”

His tone was calm and deep, but it sounded very stressful and suppressive.

“I was at my friend’s house,” Corinne answered honestly.

Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his handsome eyes sternly. “Who gives you the permission to stay out all night?”

Corinne frowned in dissatisfaction. ‘What is he talking about? I’m a grown–up, not a kid. What’s wrong with spending the night over at my friend’s house? Besides, what am I going to do if I returned, anyway? What if I saw something I shouldn’t see or heard something that I’m not supposed to hear? That’s going to be very embarrassing for all of us!‘