Chapter 37: James Thompson's Favorite

James Thompson tidied up the bedsheets.

Julia Land was also washed clean and changed into clean clothes.

And she forced him to wrap a small bedsheet around his waist.

A bedsheet with tiny floral patterns.

They both sat on the couch.

Julia Land dredged up many words from her mind to scold James Thompson and ended up with one sentence, "What exactly are you thinking?"

Who returns from abroad and does that upon meeting?

Not worried about kidney deficiency at all.

Seeing her embarrassment turn into anger, James Thompson chuckled lightly, "Of course, I was thinking of you."

"And not any other woman."

He added in a husky voice.

Julia Land, "..."

The man leisurely smoked and slanted his phone toward her.

Exceedingly arrogant.

"Make the payment."

This time, Julia Land was genuinely shocked; where did he get the gall!

"I won't pay, you should be the one paying me."

It's not like she pulled him into that whatever.