"What job is that?" Apple asked, with her eyes narrowed. Any work that came from Jerome was suspicious, for none of his work would make any sense.
Jerome shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and said lightly, "Delivery."
Apple furrowed her brows. "What delivery?" She is a little sensitive to words like 'delivery', because last night's events were still very fresh in her head. The wound on her hand still hurt, so there was no way she could forget what had happened.
Jerome tilted his head, as if he were teasing the girl in front of him. He'd always liked how caring and sympathetic this girl was, but of course on the other hand that kind of attitude really didn't suit the group he was leading.
But, on the other hand, Jerome knew how to make good use of Apple's soft side.
