As if on some strange impulse, Joan Jacobs lowered her gaze and murmured, "What's the use of being beautiful? All you men are fickle. No one wants to be serious with me."
A flicker of pity appeared in Theo Rhodes's eyes. "That's other men. I'm different."
"How are you any different? You seem just the same to me!" Joan Jacobs said with a coquettish pout.
Theo Rhodes sighed. "Never mind. Let's not talk about such downers. Do you have any wine here? I feel like having a few more drinks. I'm in a foul mood."
"You're going to drink more?" Joan Jacobs asked, surprised.
"Of course I'm drinking. Otherwise, I'll have to deal with my master's moods tomorrow, and seeing her just gets on my nerves."
"Then I'll drink with you!" Joan Jacobs's mission was accomplished, so she could finally relax. Besides, Theo Rhodes had just unintentionally dredged up some painful memories, and now she felt like drinking her sorrows away too.
