Quinton had realized something was amiss, and had given Joanna an emergency alarm. If Joanna pressed that button, the whole hospital would be alerted. Joanna had initially laughed about it, not wanting to wake everyone up because of her selfish desire to eat cake, but that seemed to have given Ace the confidence to behave recklessly.
"I just wanted to help you wipe your lips… but I won't come tomorrow night if you think it's inappropriate. I'll also fire the pastry chef I poached from a top pastry shop." Raising his brows, Ace continued, "He was planning to bake a hazelnut cake tomorrow…"
"No, please don't!" Joanna's eyes lit up because she loved hazelnut cake the most. She quickly explained, "Don't fire him. I'm sure it wasn't easy for him to get the job, so let him work tomorrow but… you don't have to wipe my lips for me. I can do it on my own."
"Sure, I'll think it over seeing how concerned and sincere you are," Ace said lightly, smiling like a cunning fox.
