Chapter 164 He Kissed Me
Joe suddenly moved. He stepped forward, pinched Charlotte’s chin, and k*ssed her deeply.
Their l*ps rubbed against each other wantonly, and their ambiguous breaths mixed.
Suddenly, there was a rusty smell. Joe felt pain and let go of Charlotte. He wiped his l*ps with his fingers. His fingers were suddenly stained with a dark red color.
Joe sneered, “Charlotte, do you hate me so much now?”
Charlotte was so angry that she laughed. “Maybe you don’t have a good memory, Mr. Smith. I’ll tell you again seriously that we’re divorced. And your wife is waiting for you at home. Don’t forget that she’s the one you’ve been longing for.”
She didn’t want to guess why Joe k*ssed her. Was it because of his unattainable self-esteem or something else? She had climbed out of the abyss and didn’t want to fall back into it again.
The first time was stupid, and the second time was hopeless.
Joe’s expression instantly turned gloomy. “Do you think I can’t get the woman I want?”
“Then you can give it a try.” Charlotte looked at him firmly. “Although the Clinton Family is not very big, they can still
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protect a useless daughter. If Mr. Smith still thinks that I am the stupid Mia White from five years ago, you are very wrong.”
As she spoke, a sarcastic look appeared on Charlotte’s face. “Besides. Mr. Smith, are you sure you want me? Don’t forget how you treated me with disdain back then and how much you bated me.”
This was the first time since Joe had a memory that he had been kicked out of the house without any mercy.
If it were in the past, he would have left. But now, looking at Charlotte’s angry face, he was not as angry as he had imagined.
He was silent for a moment but did not move. “Since Miss Clinton does not want to talk about private matters with me, let’s talk about business. I believe that you, Miss Clinton are not such a person who can’t distinguish between public and private matters, are you?”
If possible, Charlotte couldn’t wait to throw out the man in front of her right now. But she also knew that a 20-billion-dollar contract was not something she could refuse if she wanted to.
Charlotte took a deep breath and forced a professional smile. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”
“I want to see Moontide,” Joe raised his eyebrows and said.
Charlotte’s movements paused slightly. She looked up at Joe and said, “Why do you insist on seeing Moontide? After all, she is just an architectural designer.”
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“A project as large as a resort needs to be handed over to a young architectural designer… Doesn’t Miss Clinton feel that your problems are somewhat unnecessary?” Joe was sitting neatly on the sofa. If it weren’t for the obvious wound on his l*ps, he would look like a boss who was serious about his work.
Charlotte thought for a moment and said, “Okay. Moontide will appear at home next month. I can arrange for her to meet you then.”
Joe looked at her with great interest and said, “I don’t know when the president of the Horizon Group became a designer’s agent.”
He leaned slightly closer to Charlotte and said. “Or, is there secret relationship between you and Moontide?”
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“I’m just close to her. There’s no need to make wild guesses,” Charlotte said lightly. “Since we’ve finished our discussion, Mr. Smith, please leave.”
Joe still wanted to say something, but Charlotte’s phone rang.
Mrs. Vega sounded a little flustered on the other end of the line. “Sorry, Miss Clinton, I was delayed for a few days because of something at home. Now I can come back to work!”
