261 Joseph, You Are a Bastard


    She locked the door, opened the wardrobe to take her clothes away.


    This was not, is not and will never be her home.


    The man she wanted to rely on was not her Mr. Right.


    There was a woman’s name engraved on ring he wore every day. If the woman was in danger, he was willing to do everything to save her.


    The womany too deep in his heart.


    Isabe suddenly remembered what Lukas had said a long time ago.


    Joseph was an affectionate person. He had almost lost the right to inherit the Wilson Consortium due to a woman.


    Joseph was rich and attractive, but he has had no romance although he reached his 30’s. It was not because he was a gay or a yboy, nor because he was self-centered.


    He was always loving the woman.


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    The woman was Ste. She was an actress in Hollywood and popr all over the world.


    She was a beautiful woman with family, fortune, everything in her favor. Everybody loved her.


    The most important thing was that she was deeply loved by Joseph.


    He liked to read jewelry magazines every night before he went to bed just because the spokesperson and cover girl of it was Ste.


    Compared with Ste, she didn’t have any advantages.


    She was far inferior to Ste. If she were a man, she would like Ste, too.


    Isabe touched those beautiful clothes Joseph had bought for her. She was reluctant to leave these behind, especially the white Princess dress.


    Their happiness was gone. It was time to say goodbye to the Wilson’s.


    Joseph suddenly leaned over to her and held her in arms.


    She could feel his breath.


    Joseph said in a low and sexy voice, “Honey, do you miss me?”


    Isabe was startled and opened her eyes.


    “Are you angry because I didn’t call you?”


    Joseph smiled and kissed her neck. “Do you want to get dressed thene to see me?”


    Isabe pursed her lips and said, “Why didn’t you call me these days?”


    “It was an emergency. The police asked me to turn off the phone.”


    Joseph kisses Isabe’s neck, his hands around her waist. He exined, “I was injured and fell intoa, so I didn’t call you. In fact, we just didn’t meet for a few days.”


    As he spoke, he hugged her, kissed her.


    Isabe didn’t respond. She bit her lips and asked, “Do you like me?”


    “Yes.”


    “Then do you love me?”


    Joseph said nothing.


    Joseph finally realized that Isabe was strange. He let go of her and looked at her seriously.


    “Who exactly is the person you saved?” Isabe asked directly.


    She wanted Joseph to exin everything, without beating around the bush.


    She would have no doubt that Joseph viewed Ste as his childhood sweetheart and close friend.


    Or, Ste used to be his lover, but he no longer cared about her. Saving her was only out of morality.


    However, Joseph acted very unnaturally. He turned around, sat down on her bed, and said in a cold voice, “She’s my friend from a young age. You don’t know her.”


    “Is it a man or a woman?” Isabe asked.


    “It doesn’t matter at all.” Joseph frowned and said, “Why do you nag at me?”


    Isabe noticed Joseph’s irritation. She smiled helplessly and said, “Joseph, actually, I went to the airport to pick you up. I also bought a bouquet of roses and wanted you to praise me.”


    Isabe clenched her fists against crying. “Sunny isn’t a designer. You gave up the inheritance of the Wilson Group for a woman in the past. That woman is Sunny, also Ste, right?”


    Joseph was shocked and said, “Isabe, are you investigating me inwardly?”


    When Isabe heard this, tears flowed down her cheeks. “There really is no such thing as a secret. I just never understood you.”


    Isabe put some clothes into her bag. Joseph asked warily, “What are you trying to do?”


    “I am going to find my own happiness.”


    “Thank you for taking care of me for so long, Mr. Joseph,” Isabe said as she picked up her bag.


    “Are you crazy?”


    Joseph leaped up from the bed and shut down the door when Isabe opened it. He pushed Isabe against the door and shouted, “What if I love Ste? It’s impossible for me to marry her! Stop mess around, or I will marry you tomorrow!”


    “You love Ste! You can’t marry her because Grandpa doesn’t agree, right?”


    “I’m just a puppet, a child-bearer of your family, right?” Isabe was instantly enraged.


    “Yeah, so what?”


    Joseph roared, “I can give you anything you want! Do you know how many women want to be my wife? It’s your honor!”


    Isabe pped in his face.


    “Look. Even if I, Isabe, am a bedbug, I have integrity and bottom line. My husband may not love me, but I will never allow him to love other women! You are a bastard!”


    Isabe pushed Joseph away, opened the door, and walked out valiantly.


    Joseph was stunned and he hurriedly limped to Isabe. “Isabe, wait. I didn’t mean that. Isabe! I told you to stop.”


    Isabe quickly went downstairs. Joseph’s difficulty in moving his legs reminded her of paying back. She put down her bag and returned.


    With soft eyes, he was about to speak when Isabe jumped up and pped his head!


    “This is my revenge for insulting me! I’m a woman of thought and taste!” Isabe said angrily.


    “You...”


    Joseph touched his head, with eyes full of anger. “You dare to hit me.”