Chapter 287
"Joseph tensed up. His grip was firm on her delicate shoulders as he asked in a rough, brooding voice, ""Exactly who are you asking to rub your stomach?""
David? If that were the case, he'd throw her out.
""Joey… Joey…"" Cassie mumbled, her lips pursed in her dazed state, remembering how Joey would rub her stomach when she had cramps.
""Cassie, please tell me you're not drunk."" Joseph pinched her cheek a little too hard, wondering if this was another one of her games.
""Ouch! Stop it,"" Cassie slurred, lifting a leg to kick him gently.
Joseph nearly lost it then. What idiotic idea had Michael devised, telling her to dress like a bunny girl? It was pure torture for him.
""Cassie, you want a rub from me? In your dreams,"" Joseph said. Her cheek turned a deeper shade of red under his fingers.
""Ow... Joey,"" Cassie pouted childishly, her eyes—misty and beautiful—blinking open.
Joseph covered her with the blanket with a troubled swallow and a low curse and walked out.
Some inexplicable force led him to the kitchen, where he searched on his phone what to eat for a troubled stomach after drinking. Tomato juice seemed like a reluctant solution.
Having not stayed in this apartment for months, the cupboards were bare. Left with no choice, he dialed Walter: ""Get me some tomatoes, now.""
Just about to hit the sack, Walter felt utterly miserable. ""Joseph, why on earth do you need tomatoes at this late hour? Is it for Miss Brooks?""
""Heh, for her? I'm already being kind enough to let her live. Hurry up, I need them in twenty minutes."" Joseph hung up abruptly, leaving Walter speechless.
Where do you expect him to find tomatoes at this time of night?
The seemingly omnipotent assistant hadn't foreseen that of all challenges, tomatoes would be the worst.
Ultimately, Walter had no choice but to hastily ask the nearby supermarket manager to have the security guard unlock the door and bring the tomatoes over in the dead of night.
Once Joseph got the tomatoes, he peeled them layer by layer, juiced them, and brought the juice to the bedroom.
Cassie was already curled up, half-asleep. He gently lifted her and fed her the tomato juice. Instinctively, her little mouth opened, and the sour liquid eased her upset stomach, quelling the urge to puke.
After drinking, she lay quietly on the bed, her eyelashes fluttering like delicate feathers. Her lips, stained red by the juice, resembled fresh, succulent plums, ripe for the picking.
Joseph swallowed hard. He was just an ordinary man, especially in the stillness of the night, and he knew the taste of her lips.
But just then, her phone by the pillow buzzed. David had texted her: ""I miss you.""
His expression changed, and after a moment, the corners of his mouth twisted into a self-deprecating smirk.
He couldn't believe he had gone to such lengths to rescue her in a helicopter. How foolish!
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The next day
Cassie opened her eyes to find herself on an unfamiliar, large bed.
She bolted upright."
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