Chapter 389
Cassie abruptly extended her hand towards him. "Wait..." she murmured.
Joseph, taken aback by her sudden gesture, looked at her with a mischievous grin on his handsome face. "Can't bear to let me go?" he teased.
Ignoring his jest, Cassie swiftly pulled up his left sleeve, revealing an arm swathed in bandages. A wave of concern washed over her. Had he been injured?
"It's just a scratch," Joseph dismissed nonchalantly, a fleeting grimace of discomfort crossing his face before he quickly withdrew his arm.
Cassie's gaze remained fixated on him, her expression serious. "How did you get hurt?" she asked. Her touch had been gentle, yet his arm had trembled in pain. If it was merely a minor injury, why did he react so?
Joseph's voice softened, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Are you worried about me? Does it hurt you to see me like this?"
Cassie's anger flared at his insinuation. "Beat it," she retorted, her irritation stemming from the misconception that her concern was solicited when, in reality, he was merely her husband on paper.
With a knowing smirk, Joseph turned and retreated to the sanctuary of the bathroom.
Once inside, his handsome features contorted with pain. As he unraveled the bandages, a freshly scabbed wound was revealed, a harrowing sight of crimson lines crisscrossing his skin.
He lingered there for about six or seven minutes, until the sound of his ringing phone pulled him back to reality.
"Your mom's calling," Cassie mentioned nonchalantly, her eyes flicking towards the phone on the bed.
Joseph answered the call in front of her, only to be greeted by Mabel's icy tone. "Got time for a meal, just the two of us?"
"Ah, didn't you declare our relationship over? Your own words," he retorted.
"Don't push it, Joseph. I did give birth to you, after all," Mabel spat.
"Oh sure, you gave birth to me but shunned all responsibility. What a great mother," Joseph mocked. "I know why you're contacting me, and I'm not going."
"You..." Mabel took a sharp inhale. "Fine. If you don't agree, don't blame me for going to Cassie. What if I told her about your history of illness? Think she'd be scared?"
Joseph's face turned an ashen hue.
"Everyone fears having a weak spot, and you've just revealed yours," Mabel enunciated, her tone threatening. "Don't force my hand."
"You'll regret this," Joseph ended the call abruptly.
Cassie looked up at him; her intuition was screaming that something had set him off, his eyes red with barely contained rage.
Frankly, his expression frightened her, but she knew it must have been the cruel words of his birth mother.
"What's wrong?" Cassie reached out and took his chilly hand, a wave of empathy washing over her.
"It's nothing. I need to step out," Joseph patted her head and left.
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At four in the afternoon, Lucas came to visit. "Feeling any better?"
"I just can't eat too much, or my stomach hurts," Cassie answered earnestly.
"Take it easy. Just take small, frequent meals for now. You should be able to leave the hospital the day after tomorrow. As for your face... we'll schedule follow-ups every few days."
"Dr. Lucas, do you know how Joseph hurt his arm?" Cassie suddenly looked up at him.
Lucas hesitated for a second before adjusting his glasses and asking, "What has Joseph told you about it?"
"He didn't say anything."
"Look, if he doesn't want to spill it, it's not my place to, either," Lucas said with a suave chuckle. "Don't overthink it, Cassie. Knowing he loves you should be enough."
Turned out everyone knew he loved her.
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