His eyes lit up beneath the mask. Although he was intentionally making these seductive remarks, it didn't seem like he was fooling around. On the contrary, he seemed to mean every word he said.
In that instant, Joanna was nearly convinced. When their gazes locked, Joanna felt a jolt of electricity coursing through her body. She instantly came to her senses and sighed while she shook her head. "Tsk, tsk. Look at you. You're very professional, and you know the right things to say, but… At the end of the day, it's all fake. My ex-husband died. Even if you looked like him, you'd only look like a dead person."
The man's stiff lips curved upward. He was smiling playfully. "You seem very sad. You must have loved your ex-husband a lot. Were you devastated by his death?"
"Not quite!" Joanna burped. She then lay down on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. "I just feel… That it happened too suddenly. It's like finding out the author had stopped writing just as you arrived at the most interesting part. My ex-husband was a scumbag, but he didn't deserve an ending like this!"
"Is that all?" The man didn't seem too pleased with Joanna's answer. "Don't you have the slightest bit of feeling for him?"
Joanna remained silent. She continued staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly, her vision turned blurry as if dust had gotten into her eyes.
The man observed her from above. He frowned a little when he saw the tears in her eyes. "Are you crying?"
"No!" Joanna sniffed. "Dust got into my eyes."
"Is that so?" The man silently looked at her for a long time. He eventually let out a long sigh. "You're already pissed drunk, but you still have a sharp tongue. It's not cute at all!"
He leaned against the couch and moved closer to her without realizing it.' If you want to cry, go ahead and let it out. Besides, your friend hired me to cheer you up. If there's something that makes you upset, you can tell me about it!"
"No, I'm tired. I want to sleep." Joanna closed her eyes. It felt as if she would soon start crying.
She was like a child when she hugged his arm again. "Just be my pillow for a while."
This man made her feel safe. With the alcohol kicking in, she soon fell asleep…
Despite slipping in and out of consciousness, she felt the gentle touch of a butterfly on her lips. It made her crave for more.
This felt a lot like the way Ace made her feel in the past!
She opened her mouth a little and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.
However, in the end, he gently patted her on the back. "Sleep, silly woman!"
Meanwhile, the real Isaac was tied up in the bathroom. He seemed terrified.
"Let go of me. W-Who are you people?" Isaac asked.
A man dressed in black looked down on him. ' Keep it short. Our master is only borrowing your identity for a while. Anyway… Just do whatever we tell you to do. You'll get rewarded after the job is done!
Clara gripped Joanna's shoulders, staring intently at her. "Unless you forcibly slept with him, what you're worried about couldn't possibly have happened … So tell me, did you sleep with the escort? If you did, I'll probably have to pay him more than seventy thousand!'
Joanna's cheeks turned red. "I-I don't think so." To be honest, Joanna wasn't sure if they slept together or not, but the kiss definitely happened. She knew it because she felt the same way when Ace kissed her!
Despite being in her twenties, Joanna had only ever kissed and had sex with one man – Ace. That's why she wasn't sure… Was that how all kisses felt?
'What do you mean?" Clara instantly felt something was amiss. 'Did you really sleep with him after getting drunk? If you did, I'll believe you've truly moved on from that scumbag!"
Joanna had no choice but to come clean. "To tell you the truth, I think we kissed while I was drunk. It felt like I was kissing Ace – it was so familiar…"
Joanna stared at her best friend and asked hesitantly, "You know that I don't have much experience in all this. Does kissing feel the same with every person?"
"Umm, about that…" Clara trailed off, not sure how to explain. "It's pretty different. Honestly, I'm not that experienced either – it's all theoretical knowledge. Like you, I've only ever done it with one person!"
Birds of a feather really did flock together. These two often talked about watching handsome men, but in reality, they were as naive as one could get!
Joanna frowned. "I'm beginning to suspect that the male escort might actually be Ace. After all, it felt too familiar!"
Clara couldn't help but sigh as she patted Joanna's shoulder. "I knew it… You still haven't moved on. You're even hallucinating! I admit he does resemble Ace somewhat, but how can a dead person come back to life? Besides, he's the CEO of a big company, so why would he work as a male escort? It's impossible! To me, he may look like Ace, but it doesn't feel like him…"
To Joanna, last night felt like a gentle dream. She was determined to get to the bottom of this. "Instead of making wild guesses, why don't we just ask him? I don't think he'd lie if we're paying him."
"Good idea!" Clara agreed eagerly, and pulled Joanna to the back of the bar to look for the male escort, Isaac.
At that moment, Isaac was fixing his hair in front of the dressing table. His mask was on the table.
When Joanna and Clara walked in, they saw him from behind. He was wearing a black shirt, which showcased his broad shoulders, and his hair was thick. There was a charming masculinity about him that Ace also shared.
Joanna stopped walking. Suddenly, she felt a little nervous. She had mixed feelings – a part of her hoped he was Ace, but another wished for the opposite.
Clara, on the other hand, was getting impatient. She strode over to him and slapped his shoulder. "Did you do anything to my friend last night?" "You're here." The man smiled and turned around. He looked at Joanna intently. "Did you have fun last night?"