Chapter 617
Joseph massaged his temples, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on him. "If you refuse to divorce," he said, his voice steady, "I can appeal. After two years of separation, a couple can apply to the judge."
Cassie's response was nonchalant, a stark contrast to the gravity of their conversation. "We can certainly meet in court. However, should the reporters catch wind of our situation and discover that we're still married, it would certainly make for an interesting story. I have no desire to be held accountable for tarnishing Megan's reputation once again."
Joseph's frustration was palpable. "Then how do you propose we go about getting a divorce?" he asked, his patience wearing thin.
"I haven't quite figured that out yet," Cassie replied with an air of indifference.
With that, Cassie brushed past Joseph, her attention shifting to the task of preparing a Spanish seafood paella. The aroma filled the room, causing Joseph's stomach to growl in protest of its emptiness.
Cassie glanced back at him, a smirk playing on her lips. He met her gaze, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. "I traveled all this way to see you," he said, "and I haven't even had lunch."
Cassie served the dishes, her movements efficient and practiced. After cleaning the pot, she began to stew a pot of creamy mushroom soup. The smell was intoxicating, overwhelming Joseph's senses. "Make more," he said, his voice filled with longing, "I'm hungry."
"Why should I care if you're hungry?" Cassie retorted, her tone laced with disbelief.
"I am, according to the law, your husband. Therefore, it's your responsibility to ensure your husband is fed," Joseph replied, his determination unwavering. He hadn't felt such a hunger in a long time.
Cassie turned to face him, her delicate hand gripping his shirt collar. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a captivating sight. "Which law states that, Joseph?" she asked, her voice soft yet firm.
Joseph's heart pounded in his chest, his pupils dilating at her touch. He had been called many names before, but none had ever affected him quite like Cassie. There was a strange familiarity to it, a distant memory he couldn't quite grasp.
"Joseph," Cassie said, her voice pulling him from his thoughts, "don't forget, we were just discussing a divorce."
"Well, since the discussion didn't go well, I might as well be stubborn," Joseph retorted, his tone defiant.
Cassie shot him a glare before turning back to her soup. She didn't bother to make extra dishes for Joseph. She prepared what she wanted and served it directly.
"You're using just these two dishes to entertain me?" Joseph asked, his displeasure evident.
"Did I say I was entertaining you?" Cassie retorted, serving herself a bowl of rice and beginning to eat.
Despite frequently cooking in England, the ingredients were limited and the taste never quite matched up to Madison's, especially the Spanish seafood paella that Cassie had been craving for a long time.
Joseph watched as Cassie savored her meal, his frustration growing. He served himself, emptying the pot as there was only a small amount left.
Cassie looked up to see the bowl in his hand and nearly choked on her food. Joseph hadn't eaten in years and was using a basin to eat. It was then that he realized who Sophia resembled with her love for food.
"Did you eat all of my dinner today?" he asked, his tone accusatory.
Cassie paused, considering the implications. She wondered if it would be this easy to cook every time she returned to the country.
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