Chapter 11 I'll be gentler
Josephine was stunned.
While Liam was usually sharp-tongued and quick-witted, he was serious and solemn when it came to work. Otherwise, a group of female doctors and nurses wouldn't have been deceived by his celibate and refined facade.
Stuart, on the other hand, was even more composed and solemn. No matter how serious the situation, he remained calm.
It was already surprising that Liam was fighting, but why did Stuart get involved in the fight as well?
It was obvious that they had both trained, as each of their attacks was powerful. They continued to attack and defend.
Josephine felt anxious but couldn't move. "Stop it! Both of you, stop it! Liam! Stuart! Stop!"
She was furious, and Liam was about to be at a disadvantage, which made her even more anxious. She knew Stuart wouldn't listen to her, so she could only shout to Liam, "Liam! Are you trying to make me angry? Stop it. Come over here! "
"Liam! Stop it!
Liam! Believe it or not, I'll end our friendship!"
Liam was already a little unable to resist. Her words made him even more irritable. He couldn't help but say, "Then let's end it!"
With a bang, Stuart's fist hit his jaw.
Stuart felt thoroughly annoyed. Josephine kept calling out the name Liam incessantly beside him.
He thought, 'Does she think I'm dead?'
Stuart's fighting skills were honed in the military. Liam was no match for him.
Suddenly, Josephine exclaimed.
Stuart looked over. The next second, Liam's fist hit his cheekbone.
Then, before Stuart could react, Liam had already rushed toward Josephine. "Are you stupid! You're an idiot!"
Josephine, wanted to stand up and stop them in a hurry. However, she rose too swiftly and ended up falling down.
Liam picked her up and carefully placed her in the wheelchair. " How's your foot? Where does it hurt... Stuart, let go of me!... Stuart, let go of me!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Stuart grabbed him by the collar and threw him directly outside the yard.
Then, Stuart quickly closed the gate.
When Liam figured out how to get into the yard, Josephine was gone. Only the wheelchair was left there.
Obviously, she was taken into the house by Stuart.
Liam cursed. He took out his phone and called Josephine.
The call was quickly connected. Josephine said, "I'm fine. You listen to me. Go back home quickly. I'm hanging up."
Josephine hung up the phone and went to see the angry Stuart.
Liam hit him. Of course, he was angry.
Josephine said, "Liam hit you first because he was anxious. I apologize to you on his behalf..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Stuart suddenly approached her and grabbed her chin. "You apologize to me on his behalf? Josephine, who is he to you? Please recognize your identity. You are still a member of the Haustia family!"
Josephine looked up at him. Stuart's eyes shone with anger, like a burning fire.
"It's not right for him to hit you first, but you hit him too!" Josephine tried to reason with him, "Stuart, don't be unreasonable!"
Stuart stared at her.
Her angry appearance was particularly vivid with the delicate features and pretty face.
In his memory, Josephine had hardly ever defied him. However, today, Stuart was hit by Liam. Despite being part of the Haustia family, she ended up supporting Liam instead of him. And she didn’t see anything wrong with her actions.
Stuart watched as she constantly opened and closed her small mouth, Josephine's pink tongue even showed up while she was talking.
An impulse suddenly struck. Stuart's breathing instantly became heavy. Lust overwhelmed his reason. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed Josephine's lips.
She still carried the momentum of the argument, looking angry and fierce.
Josephine didn't want to be so fierce, but she was afraid that Stuart would get angry and cause trouble for the Clement family.
But she didn't expect that that Stuart would actually kiss her during their argument.
She didn't know what had come over him.
Josephine was momentarily stunned, then she fought back.
But her resistance was futile against Stuart's strength.
He easily clasped both of her wrists with one hand, kneeling on one knee between Josephine's legs, and kissed her forcefully.
Stuart's breath grew heavier; mere kisses no longer satisfied his desires.
He leaned down, his lips trailing along Josephine's slender neck, which he had longed to kiss since the last time she wore an evening gown.
Her neck was graceful, like that of an elegant swan, exuding both elegance and aloofness.
Unfortunately, they had an argument last time. Today, Stuart can no longer control his intense desire.
It wasn't until Josephine let out a pained cry that Stuart stopped.
His hand had already slipped under her clothing, cupping her soft bosom.
His breathing was heavy as he leaned against Josephine's shoulder to quell his desire.
Josephine's voice was somewhat unsteady, with a hint of relaxation and sensuality. "My foot hurts."
Stuart closed his eyes with two deep breaths, and then spoke, "I didn't even touch it."
Last time they had a cold war, and since then, they had no contact. Josephine was already in a bad mood.
She seemed to be showing signs of a cold. Moreover, Doris caused trouble so that Josephine hurt her foot.
With all these things happening, she couldn't help but feel a bit resentful towards Stuart.
Therefore, she felt a bit more aggrieved. "Even if you don't touch it, my foot is still hurt."
As soon as she said it, she regretted it.
Only those who are spoiled feel entitled to be wronged. In front of Stuart, Josephine had no such entitlement at all.
Indeed, he impatiently remarked, "So why did you provoke Doris? I told you not to go bother her."
Stuart's implication was clear – Josephine deserved it.
Josephine pushed him away. "You don't watch the surveillance."
Her tone was certain.
Stuart looked at her. Just moments ago, filled with desire, reverted back to his indifference.
He said, "Josephine, that's not important." His gaze was cold.
Josephine looked at him and suddenly understood.
To Stuart, it wasn't matter who pushed whom down the stairs.
His feelings for someone wouldn't change because of it.
Even if Doris was in the wrong, so what?
She was still someone Stuart cared about.
Josephine's face grew even paler.
Stuart lifted her injured leg and placed it on the sofa. "Is this more comfortable?" he asked.
Josephine had just been intimate with him. She wasn't numb; she had feelings.
But she quickly distanced herself from that emotion. Her gaze turned icy.
In public, Stuart was always cold, solemn, and imposing.
He seemed heartless; his whole being emanating coldness.
But Josephine knew that when Stuart was affectionate with her, his desire was so intense.
Only then could she feel his passion and wildness.
Besides that, she had never felt a shred of warmth belonging to him.
Josephine looked at him and spoke, "Yes, I feel much better. As for what just happened, I hope you won't argue with Liam about it."
Stuart unbuttoned his shirt collar. "Okay, if you don't want me to argue, then you'd better fulfill your duties. Don't worry, I know you're injured; I'll be gentle."
