Power and Passion(3)

8

We randomly picked a street vendor and sat on a small bench by the road, enjoying the evening breeze and occasionally taking sips of beer without saying a word.

Jarred pursed his lips and seemed lost in thought but didn't say anything.

The atmosphere was relaxed and not awkward.

I quite liked this way of getting along, where we could speak when we wanted to speak and be silent when we wanted to be silent.

We didn't have to worry about anything.

'Why don't you drink?' I bumped his shoulder and handed him my half-finished beer.

He smiled sweetly with his eyes narrowed, "Boss lady is difficult to handle when she's drunk, so I won't drink. I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it later."

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I pinched his cheek, "Do you really like me, or is it just because I'm a woman?"

It was the same as the question Oliver asked me today, "Do you really like him, or is it just because he's a man?"

I wanted to hear how he would answer.

He lowered his eyelids, and his hot breath sprayed on my