"How do you know these details?" Joyce frowned.
Christian ruffled his forehead hair and said with panache, "Naturally I will find a way."
Joyce pursed her lips, "Since you were able to find out so much yourself. I have nothing to reveal. Let me down just there. Thank you. Take care."
"Don't rush, beauty." Christian suddenly reached out and quickly grabbed one of Joyce's hands, "The Dragon family would not care about the background of a Mrs. Dragon. Do you want to consider me?"
"Let go!"
Joyce was also startled when her hand was suddenly wrapped in his large palm.
Almost instinctively she tried to shake him off.
"Don't move around. I'm driving, it's dangerous. Do you want the car to be wrecked and the two of us to be a pair of lovebirds from hell?" He laughed wickedly and wildly and just wouldn't let go.
Joyce felt exasperated.
"Nuts!" Joyce glared at him fiercely. But she didn't dare to disobey him too much. The person beside him looked crazy. She could not see what was in his mind but he just seemed to be able to do whatever he wanted.
Christian pressed her hand firmly and smiled smugly.
"I'm serious. When you divorce him, consider me."
"Oh, even if the world's men died out, it would not be your turn." Joyce retorted nonchalantly, "Besides, can't you live without someone next to you? It's nice to be alone and free."
"You're hurting me too much with that comment." Christian flattened his thin lips, his expression pretending to be aggrieved.
Joyce didn’t buy this and snickered, "You didn't mean it in the first place when you said it."
"Haha, too funny. Luther gave you up to marry Charlotte, that's a real waste."
"Wait, didn't you go to school? The metaphor is not right. It would be a waste when something valuable falls into the hands of someone who doesn't know what they're doing." Joyce turned sideways to look at him, "Come on, I'll teach you. I'd like to describe it like this. For example, I'm with you, that's what I call a waste. This is the exact analogy. Ok?"
"…"
Christian was so disliked by her that he did not know what to say, feeling that he had lost face today. This woman was really relentless.
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