Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 1668: Do You Like Me?

The little rabbit in Joan Harry’s arms flinched and opened its eyes, but within a few seconds, it closed them again. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

It was already very familiar with Jesse Rowan, so it didn’t react much.

However, Jesse Rowan grinned, "Hey, why doesn’t the little chubby rabbit welcome me?"

He reached out to touch the rabbit’s ears, but Joan Harry swatted his hand away and frowned, "Don’t touch its ears, it doesn’t like that."

Sure enough, the rabbit lazily lifted its eyelids and looked at Jesse Rowan with disdain.

In a blink, the little guy closed its eyes again.

"Oh, won’t touch, won’t touch," Jesse Rowan bowed down to tease the little rabbit, "You’re quite cute, let me hold you?"

With a slight flush on his cheeks from drunkenness, Jesse Rowan looked like a teenager who hadn’t grown up, teasing the rabbit.

The rabbit ignored him arrogantly, giving him no face at all.

He didn’t seem to mind, though, and patiently scratched the rabbit’s soft fur with his fingers.

Joan Harry held Yaya, while Jesse Rowan bent over, teasing it.

Joan Harry didn’t say much; after all, Yaya was his, so it was understandable for him to play with it.

But this man becomes particularly childish after drinking—

"Give me a smile," Jesse Rowan rubbed Yaya’s face, "Do you like me? If you do, give me a call."

For a long while, the rabbit didn’t respond, occasionally lifting its head to look at him with the usual disdain.

"Why no call, no smile? Don’t you like me?" Jesse Rowan protested, feeling wronged.

Joan Harry was speechless, "How would a rabbit give a call or smile? It’s not a spirit."

"Oh," Jesse Rowan seemed to grasp a truth, "then do you think it likes me?"

"I don’t know."

"Let me hold it," Jesse Rowan whined childishly.

Joan Harry disliked the smell of alcohol on him, but she didn’t say anything and prepared to hand Yaya over to him.

Before she could let go, Jesse Rowan slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, smugly announcing, "Gotcha."

Joan Harry furrowed her brow, "You’re drunk, let go."

"No way, how could I be drunk? I even drove here."

"Drunk driving? If you don’t value your life, at least don’t endanger others." Joan Harry’s face turned pale.

"Just kidding, the driver drove," Jesse Rowan chuckled mischievously, "Little girl, so easy to fool."

To him, Joan Harry was indeed easy to fool.

He used Yacob Harry to threaten her, and she believed it, not daring to leave Koi Garden or defy him too much.

Even though she’s two years older, she’s still so easy to deceive.

Thinking of this, Jesse Rowan laughed again, like a simpleton.

Joan Harry gritted her teeth, trying to push him away.

But a drunk’s strength is great and unruly; Jesse Rowan held her waist firmly, refusing to let go.

Her strength was no match for his, and she couldn’t break free.

Jesse Rowan brazenly caressed her, acting shamelessly, "Feels better than the rabbit, much better than at first, you should thank me. If I hadn’t been helping you every night, you wouldn’t be so alluring."

Joan Harry’s face turned alternately red and white with anger, "Jesse Rowan, get lost."

"I can’t roll, I’m not a panda."

Joan Harry was at a loss, truly not knowing how to deal with this man.

In a pristine suit, yet acting precisely like a live hooligan thug.

The alcohol settled in, and Jesse Rowan was drowsy, plus the room was warm, so he leaned on Joan Harry’s shoulder, feeling a bit sleepy.

"Get up, you’re too heavy," Joan Harry couldn’t bear it, nor did she like him leaning on her shoulder.

The act was too intimate, especially with Jesse Rowan’s warm breath occasionally finding its way into her collar.

"Too heavy, or too... big," Jesse Rowan shamelessly smiled.