Chapter 99 This Person Was Not Stuart
Stuart returned; it was already afternoon when he arrived in Hustalia. He headed straight to Clement Hospital after leaving the airport.
Josephine had dinner with her friends and William last night; today she was going back to the old house to accompany Andrew.
She couldn't go out and play every day.
Besides, it was already the 29th.
Although she didn't have to worry about preparing for the holiday or cleaning the house, Andrew was alone at the Haustia Manor, feeling lonely.
Josephine didn't know when Stuart would be back.
So when she saw Stuart in the crowd after leaving the hospital, Josephine was genuinely surprised.
Was Stuart back? He came to the hospital?
She rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
Stuart walked over with a blank expression and said, "Let's go."
It was only then that Josephine realized Stuart was standing in front of her.
"Where to?" she asked.
Stuart's face looked unpleasant, and Josephine also kept a stern face.
Stuart had rushed back, exhausted and weary.
Seeing Josephine's attitude, anger flashed in his eyes. He grumbled, "Home, where else do you want to go?"
After saying that, he turned around and walked away briskly.
Josephine thought he was being ridiculous.
Even if he didn't say it, she was going home anyway.
So why did he come to the hospital?
Just to give her a hard time?
Josephine wanted to drive her car, but Stuart came over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his car.
"You're hurting me!" Josephine shook him off. She said angrily, "Are you crazy?"
Stuart got into the car, closed the partition, creating a closed space in the back seat.
Josephine rubbed her wrist, looking out the window, not wanting to see him at all.
Going to see his first love and buying gifts for his mistress, she really didn't want to see him at all right now.
Stuart said, "So delicate!"
Stuart glanced at her, seeing she neither spoke nor moved, his frown deepened.
He was silent for a few seconds, then reached out and pulled Josephine's wrist over.
Josephine's fingers were slender and beautiful. Because she needed to perform surgeries, she took great care of her hands, making them soft and smooth to the touch.
Josephine tried to pull away, but Stuart held on. he asked, concerned, "Where does it hurt? Let me see."
One of Josephine's hands was held by him, but her whole body was still turned outward, looking at the scenery outside the car.
Stuart felt irritated, thinking about the photos he saw yesterday and wondering how far Josephine and William had gone.
Moreover, Josephine had previously mentioned that she had someone she liked.
Although he didn't know if it was true, his wife thinking about another man was unbearable for any man.
Stuart directly reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
Josephine gasped. the next second, she was already in Stuart's arms.
"Spread your legs." Stuart held her, his breath catching, immediately feeling aroused. He instructed, "Sit properly."
Josephine pushed his shoulder angrily. She yelled, "What are you doing?!"
"If you move again," Stuart suppressed his body's urge. He warned, "I can't guarantee what I'll do."
Josephine noticed the change in his body and looked at him in disbelief. She scolded, "Are you crazy! This is a car!"
"If it weren't for the people in front." Stuart leaned in to kiss her earlobe. He told her, "I'd want to... do you right now!"
Thinking about what he had done before, Josephine felt disgusted.
She pushed him, tried to avoid him, but the limited space in the back seat made it impossible to escape Stuart's advances.
Stuart's hand cupped the back of her head; he pressed against her, kissing her lips fiercely.
After several days of intense work, his body was extremely fatigued.
At the peak of his desires, a few days without sex made him crave it desperately.
Especially now, with Josephine in his arms.
Her familiar scent was like an addiction to him.
While abroad, he barely slept a few hours a day; in his dreams, he was haunted by her image.
Making love to her.
Stuart aggressively invaded her mouth, letting his breath dominate and envelop her.
Josephine's tongue ached from his sucking, and she could hardly breathe.
Her whole body went limp, and her punches on Stuart's shoulder were weak.
Stuart gradually softened, his large hand slipping inside her collar, sliding down to his favorite spot, kneading and caressing.
Josephine resisted but couldn't break free.
Even more pathetically, her body still responded to Stuart.
Stuart's breathing was heavy. He lay on her for a moment to catch his breath, then lowered the partition and gave the driver an address.
It wasn't the Haustia Manor.
It was the place they used to live.
When they arrived, he dismissed the driver.
In winter, it got dark early, and the black car blended into the deep night.
It was so quiet that no sound could be heard, except for the violent shaking of the car, indicating how intense the lovemaking was.
Fortunately, it was a secluded yard, so there was no worry about anyone passing by.
Otherwise, Josephine would get mad.
Even so, she was tense all over, forcing Stuart to bite her earlobe and say, "Relax, baby, you're too tight."
Josephine was mortified, biting his shoulder.
She didn't know how long it had been, but Josephine was exhausted and fell asleep.
Stuart wrapped her in his coat and carried her out of the car.
The house was always cleaned; with the floor heating, it was as warm as spring.
He carried her to the bathroom, looking at her smooth skin marked with the traces of his bites, feeling aroused again.
He was really addicted, never getting enough of making love with her.
Josephine woke up later, only to find Stuart still going!
Her voice was hoarse. She said, "Mr. Andrew Haustia..."
Stuart kissed her, his voice rough. He informed her, "I told Grandpa we wouldn't be back tonight. So, we have plenty of time."
"Get out!" Josephine was about to cry. She said frustratedly, "Aren't you tired? I have to work tomorrow."
"Take a day off," Stuart said in a deep voice, "Doing this doesn't make me tired."
Josephine thought he was inhuman.
She didn't know when Stuart finally fell asleep while holding her.
The next day, she had to take a day off because she could barely get out of bed. When she tried to stand, her legs gave out, and she almost fell.
Stuart caught her, letting her fall into his arms.
From their marriage until now, last night's lovemaking was the most intense Stuart had ever been.
It was as if he hadn't had sex in centuries, wanting to devour Josephine.
Josephine didn't even want to look at him, but Stuart seemed to realize he had gone too far last night. Early in the morning, seeing she couldn't get out of bed, he carried her to wash up.
He personally squeezed toothpaste for her, handed her a towel; after she finished brushing and washing, he even wiped her face.
He even asked, "What do you put on your face? This?"
Josephine suspected he was being controlled.
The person in front of her wasn't Stuart.
Had he been drugged while abroad?
Stuart saw her staring at him and asked, "What's with that look?"
