Chapter 992 That Has Always Been Up to You, Not Me
Waverly took a deep breath, walked over, sat next to him, and informed, "Joseph, I don't want to do it today. I was not happy when I saw you with Yasmine today. I was not happy that you crashed into my car for her. I was also not happy when you said I don't even deserve to carry shoes for her."
Joseph looked at her, and there was a slight change in his cold eyes. It was just like an aurora. It constantly changed, and his expression was unclear.
After a while, his face softened. "Are you jealous?"
"I don't know. I don't feel comfortable," Waverly answered ambiguously.
Joseph shifted his gaze as if he was hesitating and doubting her words.
Waverly knew that at this moment, it was better not to continue further as she could not afford to deal with the consequences. She also could not let him see that she was waiting for his reply.
If something was slightly unusual, Joseph could definitely tell.
She tilted her head, leaned on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.
Joseph looked at her suspiciously and didn't say anything.
Yadriel got into the car.
Joseph gave him a slight nod
Then, Yadriel drove off.
Waverly let out a sigh of relief.
This must mean that he had let her go.
Joseph was terrifying. He was scary because he was good at making sure everything was in his control. If he realized that he was no longer in control of some things, he would rather have them destroyed.
"Hanold's father is just a businessman. I could make him bankrupt with just a lift of a finger," Joseph commented in a deep voice.
Waverly opened her eyes and drooped them. She stared at the street lights outside the window. "Hanold is just a child with no no good judgment. His impulsiveness when he talks and does things is inevitable. He doesn't think about the consequences. You don't need to argue with a kid."
"What about you? Are you still a child?" Joseph glanced at her with disdain.
"In my parents' eyes, I'd still be a child to them even when I'm forty. If you think I'm a child, then I am. If you think I'm not, then I'm not," Waverly replied.
"Don't play riddles with me." Joseph pushed her away, positioned her body, and fastened her seatbelt.
Waverly calmy stop him.
His mood and personality were unpredictable. They were erratic and difficult to pinpoint.
"It works when I play riddles with others, but it won't work on you. Even if I don't say or do anything, you should know what I intend to say or do, no?" Waverly retorted.
A hint of violence flashed across Joseph's eyes as he held her cheeks and warned her sternly, "Then you should know what you can or cannot do. The reason why I told you about my mother's story was to let you know what you should be doing, instead of using it against me."
Waverly's face twisted in pain. She remembered how cruel he was when he hit her car, and she pried his hands away. "When did I ever use it against you? Do you think I have the ability and capability to do so? I'm just helpless and hopeless in your eyes. Why do you even care?"
"How wonderful of you to understand. You already killed Bernald, so don't harm his brother anymore. I have more dirt on the Moore family than you realize, and if I'm crossed, I could make them disappear from M Country in a blink of an eye. When the time comes, even if you come and bed me, your attempts would be futile," Joseph alerted her coldly.
Waverly clenched her fists and locked them at Joseph.
How many secrets did he know about the M Country's senior officials?
An idea suddenly flashed across Waverly's mind. If Joseph wanted to be a king, he must have had planned this five years ago.
In those five years, Joseph might have gathered plenty of M Country official's secrets. If he wanted to be a king, all he needed was one shot. One golden shot.
"Apart from the Moore family, whose secret do you know about?" Waverly asked.
"Who do you think?" Joseph's gaze seemed deceptive.
However, in this illusoriness, she noticed the confidence and certainty in Joseph's voice.
"Uncle Thomson is a decent and meticulous man. You can't possibly have his," Waverly argued tentatively.
"Can someone like Thomson stop me?" Joseph let out a cold sneer as he leaned back on his chair lazily, examining Waverly.
"When did you find out that Yazoo is Bernald's brother?" Waverly questioned further.
"When you showed up in front of me again at the age of eighteen," Joseph replied.
Waverly frowned. "Even at that tender age, you already had the ambition to be a king?"
"The Mccarthy family was always in the bag as it would be mine sooner or later. Thus, there is no challenge. I have always wanted to dominate the world. Ronaldo is a good-for-nothing. Even though he has the greatest weapons in the world, he would rather have a neutral country. He is out of his mind."
"You are the one who is sick in the brain!" Waverly's eyes turned bloodshot.
Z Country's war was still stuck deep in Waverly's mind. Deadly, traumatizing scenes filled her entire vision. The corpses, rotten flesh, the crying, guns, and bombs...they reminded her of grim reapers - who brought with them death, despair, and sadness. When she remembered these, she felt depression sinking its teeth into her skin agian.
"Bellamy possessed the greatest biochemical weapon, but he destroyed it. It would be a piece of cake if he wanted to conquer the entire world. This is what makes him different from you. He was heaven-sent, and you came from hell," Waverly commented angrily.
Joseph's eyes were filled with fury. He held Waverly's chin and snarled, "What about you? Are you from heaven or hell? Would you like to go to heaven or hell?"
Waverly pursed her lips and did not speak.
Joseph's words could easily provoke her, but she wouldn't allow that.
"I remember telling you that if I go to hell, I'll be dragging you along with me. Even if you want to go to heaven, it is absolutely impossible. Bellamy is coming to M Country the day after tomorrow, and if you want him to be safe and sound, you'd better not meet him," Joseph forewarned.
"You know that I'm just an assistant from the Department of External Affairs. I'm not even a match for your girlfriend. Do you think I would have the right to choose to meet him or not?" Waverly snapped back.
"You're still playing tricks with me. I'm letting you take over this time because Bellamy called Ronaldo. If you don't want to see him, you can just call Bellamy directly," Joseph responded.
"Do you think I haven't called him before? Do you think I want to meet him?" Waverly's eyes got redder and icier. It was as if there was an endless wilderness in them - a wilderness that was desolate and barren. "Since you are so smart, do you still think Bellamy and I still have a future?" Waverly questioned.
Joseph raised his eyebrows and took a closer look at Waverly.
Waverly laughed. "No, even if all the women in the world died, Bellamy would still not be with me. This is the reality. Since the outcome has been decided, meeting him will only make me sad. I am not looking forward to seeing him at all."
Joseph was silent. He let go of Waverly's hand. His gaze deepened as he asked sincerely, "Do you think you and I will be together?"
"That has always been up to you, not me," Waverly answered aloofly.
Joseph gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and kissed her on the lips.
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