At that time, Jessica had a bad temper.
Of course, it was not her fault. Carl had spoiled her too much.
Jessica snorted, "Don't blame me. You quitted smoking yourself."
"Yes, it was my own decision." Carl did not argue with her, and he just emphasized it.
He pretended to be magnanimous, but still teased her. If they continued to argue, it would be endless.
Jessica looked at her phone. It was almost two o'clock in the morning. She raised her head and said to Carl, "Let's go home!"
Carl drove the car into the underground garage. They lived in the same building, so they took the elevator upstairs together.
Jessica's apartment was at a lower level than
Carl's.
When they arrived at Jessica's house, Jessica turned to Carl and said, "Do you want to have a drink in my apartment?"
"Are you inviting me in?" Carl's eyes were deep.
The word "inviting" was utterly different when spoken by different people.
Jessica said it casually, but it was even more meaningful when Carl said it.
Jessica had mixed feelings. She looked at him provocatively with her arms akimbo, "If I invited you, will you have the guts to come?"
The elevator door opened and closed.
Finally, Carl patted Jessica's head, "Good girl. As an actress, you have to go to bed early." It sounded that he was soothing her when they were children.
He wanted to, but he didn't dare to.
He had to take his time.
Jessica shook her head and got rid of his hand, her face full of disgust, "You are such a greasy man."
After saying that, she quickly stepped out of the elevator.
Carl's angry voice came from behind her.
"Jessica, don't you dare to say it again!"
However, the elevator door had closed, and it was moving upstairs.
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