99 I Can’t Hold on Any Longer


    “Please...”


    Isabe looked at Joseph and suddenly smiled destely. She said slowly and clearly, “Never let him go.”


    Joseph was shocked.


    “John has nothing to do with me from now on.”


    Isabe pushed Joseph’s hand away. She leaned against the wall and staggered out of the warehouse. Then, she said adamantly in a gentle voice, “You can punish him as you wish.”


    “What?! Isabe! What nonsense are you talking about?! How can you abandon me? I’m your brother! Help! Stop beating me! Isabe! I won’t forgive you!”


    John was screaming and cursing, but Isabe did not even look back...


    On her way back, Isabe looked at scenes outside with her big eyes, neither crying nor feeling sad.


    She sat there quietly as if she was empty.


    .....


    Joseph sat beside her without saying a word.


    He felt that he had miscalcted and didn’t get pleasure from his revenge.


    It would be wonderful to avenge for her. He wanted to teach her, this stupid woman, that to be cruel was meaningful.


    However, seeing how helpless and deste Isabe was, the softest part within his heart was deeply touched.


    Did he cherish her?


    Joseph wasn’t clear how close Isabe was with her family and how much she had devoted. Was it reckless to volunteering to interfere with their affairs?


    It was the Wilsons’ unique tradition, which passed down over the generations, never get themselves involved in unrted people’s life. But he had broken it with an extreme approach...


    Unrted people...


    What if she had rted to him?


    When the car arrived at the Wilsons Manor, Isabe was about to get off the car. Joseph suddenly grasped her wrist and said, “Be my woman and you will never have such troubles.”


    Isabe paused.


    “I’ll buy you a house and give you bodyguards. You can do whatever you wish.”


    Isabe shook off Joseph’s hand and got out of the car without saying a word.


    “I’m talking to you!”


    Joseph got off the car and caught up with Isabe. He said domineeringly, “No one dares to bully and scold you if you are my woman!”


    “It’s you who is bullying me.”


    Isabe finally spoke. Her face was pale and she was almost copsing. “I’ve known you for a week and everything went wrong! Now, I’ve lost my only brother. Isn’t that enough? Will you be satisfied till I’m your toy for passing time?”


    After saying that, she heavily pushed Joseph away and walked into Wilsons Manor...


    Joseph watched her lonely back disappearing into the night and was touched again.


    Joseph went back to his room. He felt awful tonight because of Isabe.


    Joseph thought his n was wonderful. He would help Isabe to know what kind of person her brother was and she would have thanked him and running into his arms then.


    However, Isabe unexpectedly ruined his n.


    He was even more depressed.


    Laster, Joseph processed several emergent cases sent by his secretaries, listened to Gerry briefing his itinerary for the next day. He took a shower and went to bed. Joseph was unhappy all night. closed his eyes and tried to get rid of this feeling.


    At this moment.


    Someone was knocking on his door. Joseph shouted, “Who is it?! What’s up?”


    The door opened and lights in the corridor shone in. Joseph saw a pair of feet on the purple carpet.


    Joseph was shocked.


    He saw that Isabe, wearing a wide bathrobe, opened the door and walked in.


    “It’s sote, what’s up?” Joseph sat up and asked doubtfully.


    Without saying a word, Isabe closed the door and went straight to Joseph’s bed.


    “Hey! I’m asking you. Are you deaf? What are you doing at the midnight? You look like a ghost with your hair down.”


    Joseph sat up angrily while Isabe climbed into his bed from the side. She knelt in front of him and began to untie the belt of her bathrobe.


    ” ... Isabe, you...”


    As the bathrobe fell, Isabe’s fair and bruised body waspletely exposed. “Joseph, do you think my ugly body is still valuable?”


    Joseph stared at Isabe and then narrowed his eyes, “What’s your point?”


    “If you still like it...”


    Isabe bit her lips and said, “You can have it tonight.”


    Joseph looked at Isabe who changed her mind suddenly in disbelief. “Do you agree to be my woman?”


    After pausing for a moment, Isabe nodded. Then, she got up and sat on Joseph’sp. However, she did not dare to look at him. “Yes. I want to have a house and bodyguards ... I want to have a different lifestyle.”


    Facing such a helpless life, she could barely hold on.


    Someone offered her a choice and she must grasp it.


    Dignity, love, and future.


    All was bullshit.


    Isabe epted her fate.


    Joseph looked at Isabe who was biting her lips and trying her best to be brave. Heughed mockingly.


    Isabe looked at him, puzzled.


    Joseph stretched out his hand and caressed her recklessly, bit by bit, all the way down. His attitude was vague and skittish. “Isabe, who do you think I am?”


    Isabe could feel Joseph’s hands. The touching made her trembling. She pursed her lips and saw Joseph smiled mischievously.


    Who was he?


    Was he a gentleman or a hero of righteousness?


    No way.


    What did he mean? Didn’t he want her anymore?


    Were her bruises disgusting?


    It was not the right time toe over negotiating today. She should wait till she fully healed.


    Isabe frowned slightly and whispered, “Didn’t you ask me to be your woman? Why don’t you keep your promise?”


    “Because I don’t like it.”


    Joseph put her bathrobe on for her and mischievously lifted her chin, “Although I enjoy women pleasing me, I’m picky about women. I think I’ve told you when I first saw you. I don’t like women with sad faces.”


    Isabe tilted her head and thought for a moment, “How about I cover my face?”