Chapter 17 You Should Be Responsible
Josephine's eyes were red. It was the first time she had looked at him with such undisguised anger and reluctance.
Stuart was slightly stunned and involuntarily loosened his grip.
But he couldn't allow Josephine to challenge his authority and bottom line like this.
His voice remained cold. "Why are you silent?"
Josephine tried to suppress the sadness and sorrow in her heart. Her voice trembled as she said, "You don't trust me."
She thought that even if Stuart didn't like her, even if their marriage was for their respective needs, Stuart understood what kind of person she was.
Now it seemed that her idea was a luxury, a delusion.
Stuart had never wanted to know what kind of person she was.
Josephine closed her eyes.
Doris's appearance, though sad, had never shaken her determination to maintain this marriage.
She knew that the problems between her and Stuart had nothing to do with Doris.
But she had never thought that Stuart would really ignore her and look down on her.
The sad and angry expression on Josephine's face gradually disappeared, replaced by disappointment and calm.
Only the slight trembling of her eyelashes could tell how sad she had just been.
Stuart once again felt that uncontrollable panic.
But his pride and dignity prevented him from compromising.
He asked coldly, "Believe you? How can I believe you? You and he stayed in the same room in the hotel!"
Josephine looked at him. "Did you see me and him enter the hotel and stay in the same room? Stuart, I came here with Claudia, and I stayed in the same room with Claudia. I just met that man when I came here!"
Stuart was stunned.
When he saw the photos on Doris's phone, the anger had already burned in his heart, even burning his calm and reason.
Especially when he saw William and Josephine chatting, and Josephine had flowers in her arms, Stuart felt that he was going to be mad.
It was only now that he realized that he might have misunderstood her.
He was always very confident in his actions, able to control everything.
This was the first time Stuart had not investigated, not analyzed, and only relied on emotions to fabricate charges against Josephine.
But in fact, he had wronged her.
"What did you say?" Stuart's tone was a bit hesitant. "You just met him?"
But he quickly became angry again. "Then why did he give you flowers?"
"You should go ask him."
"Why didn't you refuse?"
Josephine closed her eyes again. "Think whatever you want."
Her calmness suddenly made Stuart feel a sense of frustration.
"You and him have nothing to do with each other?" he asked.
Josephine remained silent.
"Josephine," Stuart gritted his teeth, "you must always remember that you are a member of the Haustia family, my wife. Your every word represents the honor of the Haustia family."
"Are you done?" Josephine opened her eyes. "Mr. Haustia, if you're finished, please take me back."
"Where do you want to go?" Stuart's anger surged again. "You stay here!"
Josephine struggled. "Stuart, you're simply absurd and unreasonable."
Josephine suddenly stopped moving.
She looked at Stuart in astonishment. "You're such a jerk!"
In this situation, he actually got an erection!
Stuart pressed her down, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face. He said angrily, "Don't move around. I'm a human, not a machine!"
Josephine turned her face away. "Let me go back."
"Let you go back? Then what should I do?"
Stuart reached under her clothes. "You made me like this, so you should take responsibility."
Josephine felt wronged. "Did I seduce you or flirt with you? Your self-control is not enough..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Stuart's large hand was already familiarly placed on her chest, and his fingers gently pinched.
That place was extremely sensitive, making Josephine unable to help but moan.
"And you say I can’t control myself" Stuart looked satisfied as her pretty face turned red.
He kissed her at the corner of her mouth and said, "Mrs. Haustia,
it seems you have no self-control either."
Then, he kissed her.
His touch was gentle, unlik the earlier anger.
Josephine's body went limp, feeling his warmth. Previously, Stuart, upon overhearing her conversation with Liam where she referred to him as a money-making machine, departed for a foreign land in anger, narrowly misconstruing Josephine's actions as infidelity.
Now Stuart's anger had dissipated, replaced by desire. However, he
seemed to be punishing Josephine.
Her fragile body almost couldn't bear it.
Josephine's broken moans echoed in the well-insulated suite.
"Mrs. Haustia, you're quite passionate," Stuart's voice was low, filled with desire.
"You haven't had enough, have you?"
Josephine glared at him, but her eyes filled with desire lacked intimidation. She seemed to be requesting him to continue.
Stuart kissed her. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied."
He was fit and vigorous, with a wild side in bed.
Josephine eventually did not know when she drifted off.
Her phone rang. It was Claudia.
Claudia had finished work and noticed Josephine was gone. Claudia searched for her for a long time but couldn't find her. She tried calling Josephine, but couldn't get through. She was so worried that she almost called the police.
Finally, she got through on the phone. "Josie, where are you? I'm worried!"
Stuart's voice, still laced with post-coital laziness, replied,
"She's with me."
"Who is this?" Claudia realized.
"Stuart? What are you doing there?"
"She's fine," Stuart replied curtly. "I'll bring her back tomorrow."
He hung up. Stuart tossed her phone and looked at Josephine in his arms.
She was exhausted, sleeping deeply. Her eyelashes gently brushed her cheeks, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Stuart unconsciously smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
Just then, a knock at the door interrupted. Josephine stirred, frowning, her cute bottom faced Stuart.
Unable to resist, he chuckled, reaching out to adjust the blanket before getting up.
It was Doris at the door. Since Stuart started caring for Josephine,
Doris had become greedy and insecure. She wanted all of Stuart's affection, to be his wife.
But so far, Stuart had shown no intimate gestures towards her.
This time, Doris felt she had to seize the opportunity.
She believed that if she had a sexual relationship with Stuart, he would take responsibility for her!
Late at night, Doris took a petal bath and, wearing a robe, knocked on his door.
