Chapter 334
Joseph's hand froze in mid-air. He finally understood the taste of his own medicine.
What had he done to drive such a joyful person to this state?
She used to be so charming and self-assured.
He often saw her admiring herself in the mirror as if she were the world's most beautiful girl.
He missed that clever and adorable girl dearly.
"Come on out, don't hide under the covers. You need to breathe." He reached over, yanking the comforter away, only to find her biting her finger aggressively, tears streaming down her face.
"It's okay. I'll step out and find someone to bring you some food. You haven't eaten all night." Joseph sighed and turned to leave.
Shortly after, a nurse entered the room.
Cassie, feeling a touch less afraid with Joseph gone, still couldn't muster an appetite through her pain. She took a few bites and drifted toward sleep.
The following day, she woke up to daylight.
Joseph stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, talking in hushed tones on the phone.
"I'm not going to the office today; the meeting's off."
"But today's meeting involves Desmond..."
"I said it's canceled."
Joseph turned, his gaze meeting her doe-like eyes.
Cassie flinched away, but he approached the bed and looked at her softly. "The doctor filled me in. It was your first time the day before yesterday; I misunderstood you. I promise it won't be like last night again. Can you forgive me?"
Cassie paused, stunned. No wonder his sudden gentleness – she thought he had had a change of heart.
It turned out to be the doctor's words. The irony was there had never been trust between them.
"Sure," she nodded.
You're Joseph; who would dare not to forgive you? Everyone dances to your tune.
"Isn't there anything else you want to say to me?" Joseph sounded dejected. "You can yell at me if you want."
...
Yell? Who dares? She had paid dearly the night before for speaking out.
Joseph managed a wry smile. He had to take it slow. This time, he was determined to earn his way into her heart, to dissipate her fears.
In the afternoon, Joseph sorted the discharge formalities and took her to the new mansion.
Over a year in the making, it was their first time living there.
He had Walter stock up on household essentials that morning, including a whole wardrobe of women's clothes.
At the parking garage, he scooped her up and carried her out of the car.
Cassie submitted quietly. Right now, she could only endure. Once they found the truth behind Isabella's death and she got her revenge, she would leave New York. The Peace Group could be discarded; what she yearned for was freedom.
He set her down on the sofa and fumbled with the TV—but clearly, it was a device he seldom used. After much struggle, he couldn't get it to work.
"Don't bother with that; it's getting late, and I need to make dinner," Cassie said, standing despite her pain.
"How can you cook like this? Don't move." Joseph stopped her, lifting her back to the sofa.
"Cooking for you is my duty," Cassie said meekly, like a little maid. "Besides, what will you eat if I don’t cook?"
Joseph was conflicted. He used to long for her obedience, but now that she was compliant, it put a lump in his chest.
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