Julianna's cheeks blushed as she confessed, "The vice president was drunk once, and he came to my room to tell me he would give me a life I couldn't expect…" "He went to your room, drunk? Don't tell me you guys…"
Sensing his scrutiny, the redness on Julianna's cheeks grew even more intense.
"I already belong to Mr. Sheridan," Julianna muttered softly, lowering her head.
Not knowing what to say, Jacob forced an awkward smile and continued to stuff food into his mouth. While they were eating, a weird feeling as though someone was watching him crept up his back.
Jacob scrunched his brows at the unpleasant feeling before unleashing his spiritual sense.
A smile curved his lips shortly after, and he withdrew his spiritual sense.