In broad daylight, Edward teased Jeanne in front of everyone.
After touching her lips, he moved his fingers down again and touched her slender neck. Then, he moved them down again and brushed them past her collarbone…
"Fourth Master!" Jeanne took a few steps back.
Edward's hand was no longer touching anything.
The moment the feeling disappeared, he felt a little upset.
At this moment, in the banquet hall, some people were looking over.
Nonetheless, due to Fourth Master Swan's identity, many people did not dare to look at them brazenly.
"Ms. Lawrence, do you remember now?" Fourth Master Swan asked Jeanne shamelessly.
"Fourth Master, is there a point to bother a drunk person?" Jeanne was a little angry.
"So, you don't want to take responsibility."
"I just touched you for a while. What's there to take responsibility for?!" Jeanne did not care anymore.
