Chapter 484
"Nina, I'm skipping the spa. Something urgent came up, I gotta run."
Cassie declared hastily. She swiftly changed her attire and raced home in her vehicle.
Upon her arrival, she pushed open the front door to find Joseph, engrossed in his laptop, comfortably sprawled on her sofa.
"Cassie, weren't you scheduled for your indulgent spa session? You've returned rather prematurely," Joseph queried, rising from his seat and shutting his laptop. "Have you had a meal yet?"
"Joseph," Cassie interjected, urgency lacing her voice. "During our time in Madison, did you encounter Olivia Brooks again?"
Joseph's countenance shifted, his expression turning frosty. "Why this sudden interest in her?"
Cassie remained undeterred, her gaze unwavering. "After the Roberts were incarcerated, Olivia disappeared. I'm inquiring if you had any involvement in that," she pressed.
Joseph's brow furrowed in thought. "Indeed, I did have a word with her. However..." His sentence was abruptly cut off as a familiar, intense headache pierced through his skull. "What exactly did I do to her? My memory fails me."
A wave of dread washed over Cassie. She knew Joseph possessed an impeccable memory. "Why not contact Walt? He's bound to have the information."
Joseph dialed Walt's number. "Do you recall what transpired with Olivia Brooks?"
"Joe, didn't you instruct me to escort her to some desolate place in the hills to become someone's wife?" Walt's confusion mirrored Joseph's.
Snatching the phone from Joseph, Cassie demanded, "Where is this mountainous town?"
"Cassie, calm down. Olivia Brooks is likely leading a miserable life by now. She won't be escaping anytime soon, that's a certainty," Walt assured her.
"Check if she's still there."
"Cassie..."
"Do it," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.
"Very well," Walt conceded reluctantly.
After ending the call, Joseph's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why did you rush back only to obsess over Olivia Brooks?"
"Shouldn't I be the one questioning you? Why can't you recall your actions?" Cassie retorted, her gaze hardening. "And what's causing this sudden headache?"
Joseph's eyes twinkled at her concern. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "You still care about me, don't you?"
"Joseph, release me. I couldn't care less about you..." Cassie attempted to shove him away, but halted when she noticed several puncture marks on the back of his hand.
She remembered Walt mentioning that Joseph had collapsed a few days prior.
"Why so silent?"
Joseph buried his face in her neck, his voice hoarse. "Cassie, you smell of milk, so sweet..."
A blush crept onto her cheeks. Naturally, she smelled pleasant; she had just indulged in a milk bath. But after all the chaos, he still sought intimacy? He was delusional.
She pushed him away resolutely, taking a step back. "Joyce Ray also smells of milk. Interestingly, I encountered her and some friends at the wellness center. She boasted about the gold card you gifted her for a shopping spree."
Joseph's brow furrowed involuntarily. "I never presented her with a gold card. Joyce Ray wouldn't fabricate such a tale."
"Are you insinuating that I'm defaming her?" Cassie fumed.
Joseph stiffened. Accustomed to his blunt demeanor due to his status, he now comprehended the potential repercussions of his words. "No, you're not defaming her. The fault lies entirely with me."
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