Unfortunately, no matter how he provoked her, Joan Harry could not muster a smile.
She couldn't degrade herself to the point of smiling at a man who coerced her.
"Seeing you smile so happily by Mr. Cheney's side, I don't quite understand, what am I lacking compared to Sylvan Cheney?" Jesse Rowan looked innocent, "Obviously, I am younger than him, more refined, and more fun. Joan, your expression really embarrasses me."
Jesse Rowan usually doesn't hit or yell at women; he has a good temper.
Even when Joan Harry faced him with a cold expression, he showed no fluctuations on the surface.
He even gently caressed Joan Harry's face with his fingers, his movements especially tender.
"Jesse Rowan, I've told you, I really dislike you."
"It's fine, I think I'm quite charming, and I believe soon you will change your mind. By then, don't beg me to take you in." Jesse Rowan smiled, his fingers lightly gliding over her cheeks.
His other hand was still rubbing her stomach.
