Chapter 1099 Behave Yourself, Don't Fall Sick
Joseph loosened his grip.
Waverly could finally get up. She squatted in front of the table and signed her name on the contract.
The contract had three copies in the same style.
"I'll give them one copy each and they'll contact you according to the contact information you've given," Welch said.
"Sorry to trouble you," Waverly said.
"This is what I should do," Welch looked at Joseph. He continued, "Mr. Mccarthy, I'll take my leave first."
"I won't see you off then," Joseph said.
Truth be told, Waverly did not want Welch to leave.
As soon as he left, Joseph could be as unscrupulous as he pleased.
It seemed that nothing would go her way. She had no ability to stop him from leaving, so she could only watch as Welch left.
On the other hand, Joseph was rather calm. He did not move nor did he speak, only faintly gazing at her.
Waverly was so scared by his gaze that the hairs on her skin stood on end, her mind going blank. She stared back at him.
The two of them stared at each other for half an hour.
Still keeping quiet, Joseph only looked at her deeply. Another half an hour passed.
Waverly's legs were numb. So, she stood up and walked around the room.
Joseph, who seemingly already predicted the outcome of their 'battle', showed a smile and asked, "How childish are you?"
Waverly knew that his next sentence would not be pleasant, so she ignored him and continued to walk around in the room to ease the circulation in her legs.
"I don't think your intelligence has improved since you were three years old. You were squatting down and looking me in the eye. What were you thinking?" Joseph said with a smile.
Waverly felt helpless, as if she had fallen into his trap by accident.
He must have done so on purpose.
She shouldn't have started a staring competition while squatting.
Joseph was powerful because although all his traps looked harmless and unintentional, they were still equally dangerous. He made them impossible to avoid.
After walking for a while, her legs were finally no longer numb.
She looked at Joseph and he looked back at her faintly again. She really was scared this time as she questioned, "Why are you always looking at me?"
"What do you think the reason is?" Joseph asked as a reply to her question.
Waverly coughed and said, "Well, I felt dizzy today. I may have caught a cold."
He looked at her with his drooping eyes and asked, "So?"
"I'm afraid I'll infect you," Waverly said.
The corners of Joseph's mouth twitched, "First of all, you didn't catch a cold. You're just feeling cold. You should sweat more so your body will recover. Secondly, whether a person catches a cold or not depends on their immune system. Do you think I'm like you, able to catch a cold from merely falling into water?"
No matter how hard Waverly listened, she still felt that he was still thinking about something else.
The most terrifying thing in the world was not death, but fear.
Due to fear, all of one's anxiety and tension would cause blood circulation to speed up. The heart would beat faster and their nerves would tense.
She knew that she was unable to escape, so she decided to just stop caring, "Then, if you catch a cold, don't blame me."
Joseph smirked, seemingly in a better mood. He got up and went into the bathroom.
Waverly collapsed and sat on the sofa. Pressing her hand on her forehead, she felt even dizzier.
After a while, he came out from the bathroom wearing a bath towel, which only covered his lower abdomen, exposing his abdominal muscles.
"Why are you still sitting there? Aren't you going to take a shower?" asked Joseph.
Waverly got up, took a new change of clothes and walked to the bathroom.
"Don't you think that's troublesome? You will have to take it off anyway," Joseph snatched away the clothes in her hands.
Waverly went into the bathroom and locked the door.
He only used the showers to bathe so the bathtub was still clean.
She washed the bathtub, filled it with water and stood in front of the mirror. As she stood in a daze for a long time, the water in the bathtub started to overflow.
Only then did she regain her senses. She turned off the tap and laid down in the bathtub.
As time went by, the bubble bath relaxed her whole body.
She no longer wanted to think about anything else in the world.
There was a knock on the door.
Waverly was reluctant to respond.
"Are you dead?" Joseph asked.
Waverly stayed quiet.
She got out of the bathtub as the door was pushed open.
Waverly paused.
She clearly remembered that she had locked the door before she took a bath. She recalled the last time when she had taken a bath yet he had barged in as well. At that time, it was his house, so that was understandable. However, they were at a hotel at the moment.
"You..." Waverly looked at the lock.
"I forgot to tell you. Unless it's a special lock, which would take me a few minutes to open, this lock is the same as nothing," Joseph said. He walked in and stood in front of her, "I thought you drowned when you didn't reply to me when I called you just now."
"I didn't even have the strength to speak." Waverly said weakly.
He touched her forehead, which was burning hot. He frowned and blamed her, "Your body is getting worse and worse. I told you to eat more, but you didn't listen to me."
"If one's body condition can be controlled by oneself, wouldn't everyone already be immortal? If so, the earth would explode from overpopulation," she retorted.
"I can't believe you're still quibbling at a time like this," Joseph replied.
"I don't have the energy to argue with you. If you want to do it, hurry up and do it. I want to sleep," Waverly said.
"Let's take a nap first," said Joseph. He carried her up, put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
He made a cup of ginger tea and handed it to her, "Drink this before you go to sleep."
Waverly really was tired and no longer had any strength.
Her illness had come like a landslide and she didn't want to think.
She took the cup in her hand, drank all the ginger tea, put on her clothes and closed her eyes to sleep.
In a daze, she had a lot of dreams.
She dreamt of Bellamy, woke up from the heat, turned over and fell asleep again. Then, she dreamt of Joseph and woke up again because of the same reason. She was sweating all over and felt incredibly uncomfortable, so she kicked the quilt away.
Joseph casted a look at her.
Five years had passed. She had been generous in front of others and was mature and gentle. However, she was still the little girl who would kick her quilt away. She was still willful, naïve and stubborn.
He covered her with the quilt.
Waverly kicked the quilt off again.
"Behave yourself. You are sweating and if your body stays cold, your illness will get worse," Joseph said and covered her with the quilt again.
Waverly dreamt about the time when her father had been driven away by Melinda. Weldon had asked her whether she wanted to follow her father or her mother.
She had been reluctant to be separated from her parents, but Melinda's eyes had been too cold, like ice blades which stabbed into her heart.
She had done her best in everything, but she still could not win Melinda's favor. On the other hand, her father had never given her any warmth either.
She also dreamed of Bernald, who had smiled at her. While smiling, he had slowly faded away right in front of her.
She suddenly felt sad.
The person who loved her the most in the world was dead.
The one she loved the most was...
Waverly woke up and felt that someone had covered her with a quilt. She opened her eyes and saw Joseph.
He lowered his eyes and held his head. He looked at her and said unhappily, "You really are annoying. I tried to cover you with the quilt ninety-nine times already."
In her fuzzy memory, she felt that she had kicked the quilt away because it was too hot.
Suddenly, a special feeling surged in her heart. She turned over, held Joseph and buried her face in his embrace.
He could feel his chest getting wet and his tone subconsciously softened, "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Waverly stayed quiet.
Joseph seemed to have realized something. Feeling uncomfortable, he asked, "Who do you think I am? Bellamy?"
"You're Joseph," Waverly called his name.
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