Chapitre 89: The Queen

Gerry was astounded. "Handsome?"

"I asked, do you think I am handsome?" Joseph urged with a gloomy face.

"Of course ... I do." Gerry was at a loss, and his face was slightly blushed as he looked away.

"Then when do I look better? Now or before?"

Poor Gerry had never expected such a question, so when he heard this, he hesitated and stammered, "All .... all the time."

Joseph's eyes darkened. "Then my nostrils didn't get bigger?"

Gerry was dumbfounded. "Nostrils? Of course ... not."

Joseph rubbed his nose and said coldly, "Good. Otherwise, Isabella will be sorry for it!"

Seeing Joseph leave with fury, Gerry suddenly realized something....

Just now, when Isabella was riding on Mr. Joseph's neck, in order not to fall into the water, she seemed to have put her fingers into his nostrils and used them handles...

Gerry covered his face. Gosh, such a death-defying girl!

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