Chapter 473
Descending the staircase in search of a glass of water, a memory abruptly surfaced in Cassie's mind - a chilling recollection of her childhood nanny locking her in the closet. The glass she held slipped from her grasp, shattering upon the cold floor.
In a flurry of panic, she raced back upstairs, throwing open the closet door.
Inside, Joseph was huddled in a tight ball, his head buried in his knees, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Joseph, come out, " Cassie implored, attempting to coax him from his hiding place, but to no avail.
"So cold... don't hit me..." He cried out, his hands fiercely covering his ears.
Despite her determination, Cassie's heart ached at the sight of him.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Let's go lie down on the bed, you'll be okay," she reassured him, cradling his head and stroking it until his shivering subsided. She helped him into bed and tucked him in.
But he clung to her hand desperately, refusing to let go.
After several unsuccessful attempts to extricate herself, she had no choice but to lie down beside him.
She had intended to retreat to the guest room once he fell asleep, but exhaustion claimed her, and she succumbed to sleep.
Sometime later, she was roused by urgent kisses on her lips, a chill creeping over her skin.
Opening her eyes to see the man above her, she angrily shoved him away, "Who said you could kiss me?"
"Cassie, you do care about me. You stayed with me all night; you felt for me," Joseph responded, a content smile on his face, "Let's make up."
"Over my dead body."
The image of Joyce Ray atop him flashed through her mind, triggering another wave of nausea. She bolted to the bathroom to vomit.
Joseph followed, concern etched on his face. After Cassie finished, she glared at him, "Don’t kiss me, it makes me want to throw up."
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A cold shadow passed over Joseph's eyes.
Did she despise him that much?
Sure, he had a soft spot for Megan Ray, but he had never betrayed Cassie.
With clenched teeth, he descended the stairs.
When Cassie eventually emerged, the aroma of toast wafted through the kitchen.
"Sandwich, milk, fried eggs — eat up," Joseph said, surprisingly donning an apron and serving breakfast with a hopeful look in his eyes.
Cassie almost checked outside to see if the sun had risen from the west.
In all their time together, he had cooked just once, and it hadn’t been good.
Though the breakfast wasn't much to look at, her stomach was growling after throwing up.
But she refused to give in.
"Sorry, I don't do Western breakfasts."
After coldly rejecting his offering, she strode toward the door.
Joseph stood there, speechless.
"Darn, where have I heard that before?"
Ah, that's right. It was something he had thrown back at her the first time she had made him breakfast.
That woman really held a grudge.
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