Chapter 390
Cassie's gaze descended slowly, a nagging sense of foreboding gripping her heart. "I need to know who hurt him," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I fear he may have provoked the Hernandez family because of me..."
Lucas paused at the doorway, casting a glance over his shoulder. "Joseph is no ordinary man," he reassured her, "Even the Hernandez clan can't lay a finger on him. Relax, Cassie. At present, you're the only one who could truly harm him." His lips curled into a knowing grin. "It seems you're beginning to worry about Joseph. Does that imply you're ready to forgive him?"
A blush crept up Cassie's cheeks, rendering her speechless for a moment before she gave a faint nod of affirmation.
Lucas chuckled softly, his voice barely audible. "Stay by his side. Joseph may be hot-headed, but his upbringing plays a significant role in that. You've seen how those from influential families behave – self-absorbed, with their sights set solely on profit. Joseph's had a tough life."
Once Lucas had departed, a single thought reverberated in Cassie's mind: "Joseph has had it tough."
Who would have imagined that Madison's wealthiest man could ever be pitied? Yet, recalling his isolation and rejection within the Hernandez circle, her heart ached with empathy.
Just then, Rosalind entered the room. "Cassie," she began, "how about I prepare some pork liver, lean pork, and corn soup for you tonight?"
Cassie nodded, then after a moment's consideration, she added, "Actually, make it chicken soup, and add some extra herbs."
Rosalind looked puzzled. "But the doctor said with your stomach condition, it might be too rich for you to digest right now..."
"It's not just for me; it's for Joseph too," Cassie quickly interjected, her head bowed over her phone to conceal her embarrassment.
Rosalind suppressed a smile, fully aware of the growing affection between the two. "Alright, I'll prepare it. But, Miss Cassie, I'll be sure to inform Master Joseph that it was your idea. Otherwise, he won't touch it. You know how he barely eats my usual cooking."
Cassie bit her lip in annoyance. If he knew, he'd become unbearably smug, knowing she cared about him.
She really didn't want to deal with his arrogance.
"Don't be embarrassed. Joseph's health is the priority. He's been so fussy with food; it's about time he had some proper nutrition," Rosalind sighed.
Thinking of his injuries, Cassie reluctantly agreed.
That evening, Joseph joined them for dinner.
As Rosalind served the dishes, she teased, "This chicken soup was specially prepared by Miss Cassie just for you."
Joseph's bright eyes fell on Cassie, who quickly averted her gaze to her plate, feigning sudden interest in her meal, though her cheeks were already flushed with a telling pink hue.
"Alright, if my wife went through all this trouble, I've got to finish it," Joseph declared, an indulgent smile playing on his lips. He savored the soup, not leaving a single drop, not even the bits at the bottom.
Rosalind watched in surprise. "It takes the missus to get things done around here. I swear, I've never seen Joe eat this much before."
Cassie rolled her eyes. It's not like he ate any less back in Madison. Get to New York and suddenly he's Mr. Picky.
"No choice, when the wife says eat, you eat. Otherwise, she might just banish me from the bed tonight." Joseph's grin radiated the satisfaction of a man on top of the world.
Blushing furiously, Cassie couldn't stand another word and stomped on his foot under the table.
"Ah, the age-old language of love," Joseph quipped, wiggling his eyebrows in feigned pain, as resilient as ever.
Cassie realized she was at a loss with him and opted to continue her meal in silence.
At half-past nine, Cassie was ready to retire for the night when Joseph suddenly stripped down and slid under the sheets beside her.
"Joe, get out..." They'd been sleeping separately while in the hospital, and Cassie, unaccustomed to the shared space, kicked at him in protest.
"Ouch, that hurts," Joseph exclaimed, his face contorted in an exaggerated display of pain.
"Cut the act; your leg's fine," Cassie retorted, unamused.
"You trying to cripple me or what?" Joseph gave her a wounded puppy dog look.
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