Chapter 936 You Don't Need To Care About What They Think
Waverly opened her eyes. She realized that this was not her home in the President's manor. The toilet wasn't where she was familiar with it being.
"I'm going to the toilet," Waverly told Joseph.
Joseph looked in the direction of the toilet.
Waverly followed his gaze sheepishly. After such an awkward incident, she was wide awake and no longer felt sleepy.
Next to the sink was a disposable toothbrush, toothpaste, and a set of Lancome skincare products.
She brushed her teeth, reapplied her skincare, and went out.
Joseph had also gotten up and opened the curtains. It was very bright outside; everything looked white.
"You are going to work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs today, aren't you? I've already made the necessary arrangements. After breakfast, my staff will send you to the personnel department for registration," Joseph said, looking intimidating in a formal suit. He was unlike Bellamy, who would still seem approachable no matter how formally he was dressed.
"Got it. Thank you," Waverly thanked Joseph.
"Remember to bring your ID card," Joseph reminded her.
Waverly nodded, picked up her mobile phone, and glanced at it. It was 7 a.m.
She used to wake up at 6.
Joseph approached her and asked, "Why aren't you changing your clothes?"
"Huh?"
"Your clothes are on the bed," Joseph said. Then, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up.
Only then did Waverly realize that there was a set of clothes laid out on the bed for her.
These pieces of innerwear were made out of a special type of heat-absorbent material. Waverly had bought something similar in M Country for Suzi before. However, she couldn't bring herself to wear such things in the past because those clothes were rare and difficult to get.
She glanced at the bathroom, picked up her clothes, and put them on.
Wearing the thermal innerwear, she no longer needed to bundle up in thick clothing to go out.
Joseph had also prepared a shirt and a pair of bell-bottom trousers for her to wear above the innerwear.
She piled all of her hair up and pinned it to the top of her head. She felt very empowered.
Joseph came out of the washroom and leaned against the door frame, looking at her. He asked, "Are you not going to put on some makeup?"
"I'm about to," Waverly replied curtly. She took out her foundation, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, and lipstick from her bag, went into the bathroom, and began applying her makeup.
Joseph stood beside her, studying her makeup products. He then picked up a lipstick and said, "Turn around."
Waverly gave him a look.
"I'll apply it for you," Joseph said.
Waverly had a feeling that he would deliberately make her look ridiculous. She looked at Joseph with a frown, her eyes full of suspicion.
He applied to her lipsticks, then on her cheeks.
Waverly was appalled.
"You know what they say, people never change. Even after they've grown into an adult, they'll still be fundamentally the same as how they were as a child. You have never made any progress, Childish Joseph." Waverly used the nickname she gave him when she was young.
How deep did his hatred run for her when they were children? They were both the same age. Whatever she wanted to eat, he would ask for it. No one showed her any love when she was a child. She despised him even more whenever he took her food away.
With a smile on his face, he rubbed her cheeks with his thumb. Lowering his head, he kissed her on the lips.
Waverly frowned and stepped back, looking at him pointedly.
Joseph wasn't angry. Instead, he looked at her face leisurely, "You look much better now. Have a look."
Waverly looked into the mirror and was taken aback for a moment.
It wasn't as ugly as she had envisioned. The smudged lipstick on her cheeks seemed to work as a blush. Her lips were tinged faintly with the color. It looked good.
"Oh, you've kissed so many women that you even know this trick," Waverly teased.
Joseph smiled but said nothing. He didn't want to tell her that he had learned it online. He had watched a short clip of this method and thought it was useful, so he kept it in mind.
"It's time for breakfast," Joseph said. With one hand in his pocket, he walked out of the room.
Breakfast was very sumptuous. They both had large portions of cornbread muffins, sausages, sandwiches, and mushroom soup.
The spread was way too much for two people.
"Do you think that I've been starved all my life?" Waverly asked.
"Well, my advice is to eat more now, because you may not be able to eat lunch later. A staff member will fetch you back here at night," Joseph said as he ate a muffin happily.
"You order people to fetch me and send me everywhere, every day. Aren't you afraid that others will begin suspecting you?" Waverly narrowed her eyes and said moodily.
She didn't want to come back here.
"You're my woman. If you have something to say, just say it. Even if I don't agree, I'll still be nice to you, you know?" Joseph said evilly.
"I have something to do. I don't want to come back here." Waverly lowered her head.
"When you're asking for something, you should give a legitimate reason for it, Waverly. If you're that vague, do you think that I'll agree to it simply?" Joseph smirked as he watched her, observing every little change in her expression.
Waverly took a deep breath and looked at him coldly, "You are neither my boss nor my higher-up. Even if you are my husband, I deserve my own space."
"Forget it then." Joseph suddenly changed his mind. "Go back and get a good rest today. My staff will fetch you here tomorrow."
Waverly was not used to Joseph being so agreeable. She wanted to retort, but she didn't know what to say, hence she simply lowered her head to finish her breakfast.
She was brought to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs after breakfast.
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs was not located at the main palace, but in the Midland Palace near Harington Mansion. The Midland Palace was the political center of M Country, where many government bureaus were located.
The car stopped at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. After Waverly got off the car, Joseph's staff member drove off.
Waverly took a deep breath and walked in.
"Isn't that the ex-wife of the President of A Country? Why is she at our Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"
"Have you seen her video? She looks like a capable woman, but in actual fact, she's just another b*tch."
"She is a member of the Mccarthys. I hope that the Mccarthys did not arrange for her to join the Ministry. I don't want to be her colleague."
"Keep an eye on your husband. Don't let her snatch him away. That b*tch."
Waverly ignored their negative comments. She went straight to the elevator.
Next to the elevator was a map of the Ministry; the personnel department was on the third floor.
Instead of using the elevator, she went up the stairs to the third floor. She opened the door of the personnel department, smiled, and said, "Hello, I am Waverly, reporting in today."
The people at the department looked at each other, and Waverly handed the contract to them.
"Oh, you're an assistant, right? Come with me." One of the girls in the personnel department took her to the assistants' office, arranged a space for her, and then went out.
Waverly looked back at the other assistants, pretending she did not notice the looks on their faces.
Bellamy had told her before, "Don't pay attention to what others think of you, because these people are not good for you at all. They won't help you when you are in trouble, nor will they have the ability to do anything to you. They will only stare at you with mean gazes to upset you."
The expressions on their face spoke volumes. It was proof that they had no integrity, but on the contrary, they were sly and nasty people with no morality.
There was no need for Waverly to care about the way they looked at her.
Waverly took out her mobile phone and browsed through the day's news. When she saw one particular headline, she stood up in shock...
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