"That doesn't matter, I play if I want, and she approached me first, so isn't it my treat? After all, travel is lonely, and it's nice to have someone to relieve the boredom," Joshua Hughes shrugged indifferently. Donna, that name seemed to come from the last century.
When he was younger, his taste was truly terrible. How could he have liked such a woman?
But just such innocence already drove him crazy—what if one day she was as passionate as fire, would he lose his mind even more completely?
He wondered what she was doing at this moment?
Was she doing the chores of a servant?
Thinking of this, his heart ached slightly. In fact, regarding Avery Jane, he felt more helplessness. On the surface, he appeared stronger, always holding the dominant position, but only he knew deep down.
He was simply afraid, afraid that he had no way to make her stay, her heart elusive, her gaze never lingering on him, and yet he considered this the best gift of his life.
