Chapter 37 Can He Touch, I Can't
"Josephine, I'll tell you again, I don't take pictures of you!"
Robin scolded, "It isn't me this time, and either last time!"
"Even if it isn't you this time, what about last time... you gotta admit it, right?"
Josephine was also not willing to discuss past matters with him again.
"Robin, what do you want to do? What's the benefit to you to sabotage my relationship with Stuart?"
"I'll tell you again, I don't take a picture of you!"
"Isn’t you who sent the photo to Stuart?"
At that time, Josephine knew she had guessed right by Stuart's expression.
"Yes, it is me who sent picture to him."
Josephine sneered and interrupted him. "Robin, I once said a sentence in high school, and it still suits you."
Robin couldn't help but ask, "What?"
"Robin, you're really annoying."
After saying that, Josephine hung up the phone.
Robin was stunned.
At that time, they were only thirteen or fourteen years old, and Josephine, in a white dress, had now become a mature and beautiful woman.
She stood on the steps with her hands behind her back, her eyes filled with tears because of anger.
At that time, Josephine said the same thing.
"Robin, you're really annoying."
Robin clenched his phone and gritted his teeth. The next second, he roared and threw the phone out.
In the bar box in the middle of the night, Stuart and Robin were drinking together to relieve their sorrows.
"Do you tell her about this?"
Finally, Robin couldn't help but ask.
Stuart took another drink before responding to him.
"And then? What does she say?" Robin asked, "What's your attitude? Do you want to divorce her?"
Stuart glanced at him. "Do you think divorce is such a simple matter?"
"No," Robin was puzzled. "I have asked you back then, in Hustalia... even if in other areas, many families are more suitable than the Kalmien family for you to form an alliance with. However, you chose Josephine, but everyone knows that you are not suitable. Are you deliberately making things difficult for yourself?"
Stuart didn't say anything.
Robin continued, "Now that something like this has happened, I don't know what you're waiting for by not divorcing her. Have you developed affections for Josephine? "
Stuart immediately said, "How is that possible? You're drunk. Why are you talking nonsense?"
"Given the situation, what are you waiting for by not divorcing her?"
Stuart held the glass. "I'm thinking about how to explain it to my grandfather."
"Of course, you should tell the truth!" Robin scolded, "I don't believe that Mr. Cliff would allow Josephine to enter the Haustia family after he knows what she had done."
"My grandfather is not in good health, and he usually likes Josephine so much, so I'm afraid he'll be upset."
"You can't ..."
"Okay." Stuart put down the glass and pinched his brow. "I'll think about it again."
Robin said, "You've always been decisive and firm in what you do, but why are you so patient and tolerant of Josephine?"
Stuart remained silent.
Robin continued, "She and Liam have been dating since high school."
"You drink it yourself." Stuart suddenly got up. "I'll leave first."
"Hey, you..."
Stuart ignored Robin's retention and left directly.
In the car, Stuart supported his forehead, and his thoughts drifted back to his high school days.
Although Stuart and a few friends had never liked Josephine and Liam since they were young, their relationship really broke down in high school.
Perhaps that was when Stuart learned that Liam and Josephine were dating.
Stuart couldn't remember exactly what happened.
But at that time, Stuart and Liam had a big fight; they even alarmed the school leaders, and they were punished severely afterward.
Since then, the two groups have completely broken up and no longer care about each other.
After drinking, Stuart felt hot all over.
He unbuttoned his shirt, feeling more restless in his heart.
After the car stopped, Stuart had just realized that the driver had brought him back home. He said nothing, getting off, his eyes carrying a hint of inebriation and fervor.
Josephine lying in bed with tumultuous mind; she was unable to fall asleep.
Just as she was about to drift off, heard a sound beside her. She felt a weight on top of her before opening her eyes.
Startled, then she realized it was Stuart.
His breath carried the scent of alcohol.
"Stuart?" Josephine's hands pressed against his chest. "Have you been drinking?"
"Josephine," Stuart looked down at her, his voice slurred. "How could you do that?"
Josephine could tell he had consumed a lot of alcohol. The bedroom door was ajar, allowing the light from the corridor to illuminate Josephine's face.
Stuart grazed her skin with the back of his hand, his typically frigid gaze now imbued with a sense of opacity.
"Josephine, how could you..."
Stuart's words were interrupted by Josephine's attempt to push him away. "You're drunk," she said.
"I'm not drunk," Stuart replied, suddenly grabbing her wrist and placing it above her head.
"Josephine, tell me. Where does he touch you?"
Josephine didn't want to argue with the intoxicated Stuart.
This version of Stuart was unfamiliar to her. While he had drunk before, he had never been like this.
Stuart was usually deep and reserved, but today he was clearly expressing his emotions. Josephine had never seen him so visibly hurt, proud, and with a touch of anger.
But why was he hurt? Before Josephine could think further, Stuart's deep kiss landed on her lips.
Josephine, not in the mood for intimacy, struggled with all her might. "Stuart, don't touch me!"
"That bastard Liam can touch you, but I can't, right?" Stuart's eyes blazed with anger. His strength, already great, was now amplified by his intoxication, and he was not treating Josephine gently.
Josephine's moans were accompanied by the sound of her heartbreak. Her voice struck a sensitive nerve in Stuart, and he held her delicate waist with his strong hands, intensifying the force of his thrusts. When Stuart regained his senses, he opened his eyes, feeling a bit dazed. Where was he?
Subconsciously, he held Josephine tighter in his arms. He lowered his head and looked. J Josephine's eyes were red, tears staining her face.
Stuart vaguely remembered his absurd behavior last night. As he looked down, he noticed numerous bruises on Josephine's delicate skin. When he glanced at her slender waist, he saw evidence of his violence.
Stuart couldn't help but look at his own hands. What had he done last night? He had drunk too much, and the driver had brought him back. Then, he had disregarded Josephine's struggles and had sex with her in his drunken state.
Stuart had also said some incoherent things.
Stuart closed his eyes again, and when he opened them, they were filled with indifference.
