Chapter 915 The Blade Falls, and He's the Champion
Waverly dodged. She freed herself from Joseph's arms, took a step forward, and squinted at him. "I'll take up the offer if you choose to marry me now. But as for becoming your mistress, I'll have to think for three months. So, I'm not your woman as of yet."
Joseph looked at her oddly. He took a deep breath and said, "Three months is too long."
"How about half a year then? I'll get back to you in half a year," Waverly said mischievously and walked towards the door.
Joseph's men in black stood in her way, refusing to let her go.
Waverly whirled around to look at Joseph. "No one can force me to do things I don't want to do. You know me very well, don't you?"
"Three months it is, I'll wait for your reply," Joseph said.
Waverly nodded. "Please get your men out of my way."
"I'll take you back to the Mccarthys myself," Joseph said. "Finish your dinner first."
Waverly smiled, laced her hands behind her back, and ambled towards the dining table. "You're really both a likable and unlikeable person."
"It's better than being forgotten by you," Joseph said thoughtfully.
She had stayed by Bellamy's side for the past five years. Indeed, she had wiped all of them off her memory. Their meal at the dinner table was accompanied by silence.
Her phone rang.
She took it out. She felt a shiver down her spine when she saw that it was Bellamy.
Now, she had already donned herself in the skin of Waverly Mccarthy. Soon, she would become someone else's woman.
She didn't answer the phone but put it down and lower her head, continuing her meal.
Her phone rang again. It was still Bellamy calling. She furrowed her brows and picked up the phone. "Yes?"
"You've arrived, haven't you? You didn't send any messages," Bellamy said. There was a hint of reproach in his tone, but more of helplessness and concern.
"Yes, I have," Waverly said.
"Did anyone make things difficult for you?" Bellamy asked with concern.
Even if that was the case, he wouldn't be able to come to her.
"Bell, thank you for the concern, but I think that this is enough. In this world, we are the two most unlikely people to be together. No matter how close we are or what worries we have, it's all redundant and wasteful because we're no longer in the same world. Don't call again in the future," Waverly said firmly.
"Even if we're just friends? You could treat me like your older brother," Bellamy said.
Waverly smiled wryly. She didn't want him to get mired in her battles, and it would be enough for her to guard him in the dark. "That is not something I need."
She hung up the phone and turned it off.
Joseph looked at her with a determined expression and sighed. "A woman is d*mn scary when she's heartless. Bellamy was nice to you and he even helped you in the live broadcast in the end. As soon as you've made full use of him, you just discard him."
Waverly put her phone away. "If you're afraid of being used by me, then don't provoke me. Stay away from me next time."
Joseph's gaze was fiery as he said to her, "I like you this way."
"Bast*rd," she spat out.
Joseph noticed that he had provoked her, so he pressed the back of her head and kissed her lips.
Waverly pressed her lips tightly together. She could feel the moisture and heat of his mouth, as well as the unfamiliar male pheromones.
Logically speaking, she knew that she should seduce and sleep with him right away. Then, she could obtain some evidence and release it online. His character and reputation would also be stained by her, making it difficult for him to become the President.
However, she refused to act on her emotions, for she was not mentally prepared.
Joseph let go of her and stared at her coldly, his gaze evoking a desire to conquer. He wanted to kiss her again.
"Mr. Mccarthy, are you not afraid of falling in love with me and ruining your future?" Waverly reminded him.
Joseph stopped to smile. "When I took you in, it means that I am fully prepared for anything. A fly can't even come in here."
"Of course there are no flies in winter. Would you dare to say this to me in the summer?" Waverly said in provocation.
Joseph's eyes darkened as he said, "I really want you now."
Blankly, Waverly looked at him. His words meant that he wouldn't actually do that. Joseph was a person who was more rational than emotional. Therefore, after so many years, he still never treated people sincerely, even towards his own parents.
"I'll send you back. I can't wait to see the look on their faces," Joseph said.
Waverly merely smiled. Her eyes were dazzling. It was too much for Joseph, who felt that it was a little weird, if not creepy and cold.
In the car, Waverly didn't speak at all. She closed her eyes as a lot of ideas running through her mind.
Joseph's eyes were fixed on Waverly's face. She was still young, but since when did she cultivate such a mature and calm temperament?
Waverly opened her eyes, looking sideways before meeting Joseph's line of sight.
Joseph was the spitting image of his mother. She used to be an actress and she was very attractive. It was also because of her looks that her children stood out among the family. This was also a part of why Grandpa had been so fond of him.
He was such a pretty person, so why was his heart so dark?
Waverly smiled and said, "They all say that I'm better looking than you."
"Are they blind? How could they spout such nonsense? Tell me who they are, I'll let them pay the price at saying such falsehood," Joseph said faintly. His words were three parts true, three parts false, three parts malicious and one part absurd.
"Your mother and your father," Waverly said.
Joseph was speechless.
He smiled back. "If so, I would have to give them a chance to think it over then. After all, they're my parents, and blood is thicker than water, right?"
Waverly got up slightly and put her hand on the back of Joseph's neck. "What if I said the same thing? And if I refuse to take my words back, will you also gouge my eyes out?"
Joseph looked at her radiant face and her shining eyes before touching her silky cheeks with his fingers. "Actually, I think so too. You've always been beautiful. Sometimes you're coy, sometimes you're cold, sometimes you're like a ball of fire, and sometimes you're as cool as ice. I seem to have never understood you clearly."
"If you do, I won't be Waverly Martell anymore," Waverly spoke charmingly.
Joseph inched closer to her lips.
Waverly closed her eyes.
He let out a deep breath. He had longed for this pair of lips ever since he was a teenager, and he was still obsessing over them.
All of a sudden, he blinked as if he had thought of something. Their lips did not meet and he turned his face away, looking straight ahead with an expressionless face.
Waverly opened her eyes and looked out of the window.
Not far away, a man riding a motorcycle shook his head at Waverly.
Waverly's eyes dimmed and she leaned on the chair. "They say heroes have no chances of getting through a beauty. Joseph, you're no hero."
"Heroes are fated to die young. I want to be the champion standing on top of the giant's head. Waverly, you'll support me, won't you?" Joseph mused. He raised his hand as if he was going to issue an order.
Waverly had a bad feeling about this...
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