56 For Food


    To her surprise, Joseph’s face became sourer.


    On second thoughts, Isabe tried to persuade him, “I promise that I won’t get you med. When grandfatheres back, I’ll immediately confess to him and take all the me myself. How do you think?”


    Joseph narrowed her eyes. “Isabe, don’t you understand what I said? I asked you what you did this afternoon and what trouble you caused. Did I ask you about how to fool him?”


    Isabe looked at Joseph and hesitated for a moment.


    Will telling the truth help? Will Joseph stand up for her, pity her or help her?


    It was impossible.


    They were bound together by a one-month contract. Neither of them wanted this. It didn’t even involve financial interests.


    The reason why he pushed her for an answer was just because he was afraid that Charlie would discover she had caused trouble!


    Moreover, if Joseph knew that she was the kind of girl who had no position at home, would he show any respect for her?


    .....


    In this world, who could show respect to a girl who had lost the support of her family?


    Not to mention that the man was Mr. Joseph, an evil monster with power who had almost taken away her innocence several times?


    Perhaps when the time came, in Joseph’s eyes, she would be even cheaper than a nightclub woman who at least traded her body for money. She would end up losing her virginity for nothing and having a reputation of frivolity that was beneath contempt.


    Isabe has assumed every possibility before deciding what to say, “I didn’t cause any trouble. I just went home in the afternoon to pick up something but identally fell down.”


    “...”


    Seeing Isabe’s eyes flickering with hesitation, Joseph really wanted to p her to death...


    How did she dare to lie to him after she had been beaten until her face bruised?


    How cunning was she?


    He must be boring enough to care about this woman.


    “Good, very good...”


    Joseph sneered, stood up and pulled open the door.


    “Mr. Joseph, I’ve heard that Miss Isabe is not feeling well, so I am now sending dinner to her room. There is the sugar jade dew soup, the mixed stir fry, and the braised pork she really wants to try...” William said, standing by the food cart.


    Joseph immediately lost her temper, “Who told you to send it over? Didn’t you hear that she didn’t have an appetite? She doesn’t need to eat!”


    William didn’t know what to say.


    “Thank you, William, for remembering what I ordered this noon.”


    Isabe struggled to prop herself up and smiled apologetically at William. “But I really don’t want to eat anything right now...”


    Then she gently ced a hand over her ribs.


    Her little move didn’t escape Joseph’s sharp and ck eyes.


    “It’s fine, Miss Isabe.”


    William said respectfully, “I will keep the food warm in the kitchen. Just ask the maid to bring it over when you have the appetite...”


    “No need to save it for her. Give it to me.”


    Joseph suddenly took the te from the cart and said, “William, I’m having dinner here tonight.”


    “Mr. Joseph, do you want to eat here?”


    “Any problem?”


    Joseph sat on the sofa beside Isabe’s bed with afortable posture, “Ask the maids to bring all the dishes for tonight’s dinner.”


    “Yes....”


    ...


    Sometimes, Isabe actually felt that Joseph was a freak, tallying little with his handsome face...


    For example, he liked to build his happiness on the pain of others.


    She was lying on the bed in pain while Joseph was having a feast beside her.


    She could smell fresh seafood, well-cooked meat, and sweet pastries...


    She was tempted by all the delicious food with an attractive smell, which caused her hunger pangs.


    It was not due to the bad appetite that she didn’t want to eat.


    At first, she didn’t want Joseph to know she had been beaten. But then, her ribs hurt so badly that she would feel painful sitting upright, and that was why she...


    But what was Joseph doing? He was simply torturing her...


    “Joseph, can you eat those in the dining room?”


    Finally, Isabe couldn’t help but turn around and made aint in low voice. She looked at Joseph who was eating elegantly, waiting for a positive answer.


    “This is my manor. All the rooms are my territory. Where I eat is none of your business.” As Joseph spoke, he put a well-roasted calf into his mouth and chewed it carefully.


    Isabe swallowed and covered her face under the nket, revealing only her eyes. “But I got hurt. I want to rest without you eating here.”


    “I don’t think anyone who fell during recuperation is qualified to talk about rest.” Joseph sneered with an unfathomable sense of revenge.


    Isabe angrily turned her back on Joseph, but the fragrance of food and the sound of knives and forks once again seized her attention...


    She was very hungry...


    The pain on her body from the beating she suffered at the Smiths seemed to have fully exhausted her. She really wanted to eat a mouthful of the well-salted tender steak or sweet cream corn kernels.


    It was as if she would feel better in this way, or at least temporarily forget some painful memories.


    Therefore, Isabe decided to turn around and continue watching Joseph eat...


    It was nice to watch someone else eating even if she could eat personally.


    Joseph noticed Isabe’s gaze and slightly curled her lips. He speared a small piece of steak and praised, “The Spanish chef of the hotel specially flied here to cook today’s ck pepper steak. It’s really tender. Grandpa had ordered the steak to help you recover, but I didn’t expect you to lose your appetite. What a pity.”


    Isabe looked at the shiny steak and swallowed, “I will eat it tomorrow. I will live up to my grandfather’s love for me.”


    “We never leave food overnight. The food never used for dinner will all be thrown away.”


    Joseph said arrogantly, “The Spanish chef has already left after making the steak. Do you think he has time to serve here every day?”


    Isabe immediately said anxiously, “Throwing such delicious food away? How can you waste food like this?”


    Joseph didn’t say anything and continued to eat.


    “Please ... leave some for me.”


    Isabe knew that the extravagant life of the Wilsons was beyond her imagination. But when she heard about who cooked the steak, she could no longer keep calm. “I’ll go with leftovers. I’ll eat it tomorrow morning.”


    “No way.”


    Joseph held up the te and ced it over the trash can beside him. “I’ve already done. Throw the rest away.”


    “No!”


    Isabe anxiously begged, “Joseph, Handsome Joseph, Mr. Joseph, Master Wilson, please, don’t throw it away...”


    Joseph looked down at Isabe, his eyes shing with mockery, “What’s wrong?”


    “I want to eat.”


    Isabe would give up her dignity for food. She struggled to prop herself up on one arm and stretched out her hand, “Give it to me.”


    “You have an appetite?” Joseph narrowed her eyes like a cunning fox.


    Isabe nodded honestly.


    “This is the leftover from my meal. Is it okay with you?”