Jojo and Coco’s Unexpected Love by Aurora Summers - Season 1 Episode 32

Half an hour later, Chloe appeared in front of everyone holding Ginny’s hand.

Joseph’s eyes flickered with surprise. Ginny was a sheltered child. Despite not being mischievous, she was timid, especially around unfamiliar people. It seemed to him that Chloe possessed some commendable traits.

At the very least, she knew her way around kids.

Ginny went around the crowd, showing off to everyone her new hairstyle. It had been tied up in a pair of symmetrical buns, each on one side of her head. It accentuated her adorable features, making her look like a little fairy.

“This hairstyle looks good on you, Ginny. It’s good to know that my granddaughter-in- law is good with her hands,” Harold praised generously.

“That’s right. Her hands are like magic.”

“Someone who is usually good with their hands probably cooks very well too.”

“You’re so fortunate to have a wife like her, Joseph.”

All of the people nodded and agreed with Harold.

Blushing and smiling shyly, Chloe took a seat next to Joseph and assumed the role of a good wife.

While at the dinner table, Joseph raised his glass to make a toast with the others. He proceeded to drink several glasses of white wine in succession and began feeling uneasy in his stomach. As he got up to pour himself some water, someone approached him and offered a straw to his lips.

He turned his head and saw Chloe holding a bottle of yogurt in her hand. She looked at him fixedly and said, “Drink some yogurt. It’ll help hydrate you.”

Bright lights filled the room, while a faint scent tickled Joseph’s nostrils. He gazed at her deeply, and his tightly set jaw relaxed at this moment.

Chloe did not know what was going on in his mind. As she lifted the yogurt, she accidentally touched his lips with her fingers. Startled, she quickly moved away and whispered, “Drink.”

Joseph twirled his finger and lowered his head slightly to take a few sips of yogurt from the straw she handed him.

After the party ended, Chloe thought they would spend the night at the ancestral home together, but they had to leave as Joseph had been called in to come to work early the next day.

Chloe stayed alone in the villa that night. The next morning, she woke up early and finished translating a few pages of the documents. While searching for jobs online, she also looked for cooking classes nearby. After finding one, she inquired about it, and the other party called her back that afternoon.

“Hello, Ms. Chloe. We have a trial class this afternoon. If you’re interested, I can reserve a spot for you.”

Since the place had positive reviews on the Internet and she had finished her tasks on hand, Chloe agreed to attend the class.

She reached her destination shortly after, but the culinary school was nestled in a labyrinthine neighborhood, almost causing her to lose her way. Just as she was about to give up, a clear, refined male voice sounded behind her, “Are you looking for Sander Culinary School too?”

Turning around, she saw a towering, handsome man with well-defined features wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He exuded a mature, regal aura and appeared to be in his early thirties. Something flickered through her mind the moment she saw the man, but she could not quite catch it. Yet, one thing was certain-she had seen this man before.

Chloe collected her thoughts and replied, “Yeah.”

Icarus Baker smiled faintly and said, “Their place is really hard to find. Let me make a

call and ask the staff for directions.”

He took out his phone and went to the side to make the call. Having no other option, Chloe had to wait for him to finish the call and find the right way.

The staff was very helpful. Upon learning that they were lost, they immediately offered to come and pick them up.

Chloe stood waiting in silence since she did not know Icarus, maintaining a dignified and elegant demeanor.

“I have a feeling that I’ve met you somewhere,” Icarus said, his face displaying a slight perplexity as he struggled to recall where he had seen her before.

She was startled and felt somewhat incredulous. “To be honest, I get the same feeling.”