267 Do Not Let Her Go


    “You vomited just because I bumped into you?”


    Isabe retorted, “What’s wrong with you? Apparently, you drank too much!”


    “You dare to talk back! Bad girl! I won’t go drinking if you don’t run away from home.”


    Joseph freaked out. He turned around and started to vomit again.


    “You went drinking ... because of me?”


    Isabe puffed her cheeks and looked at Joseph. She was suddenly a little ted.


    After thinking for a while, she reached out to hold his arm, and said in a gentle voice, “Anyway, you need to drink some water and rinse your mouth first.”


    Joseph shook her off. “Don’t be so hypocritical! I drank because I was so mad at you.”


    Alright, regardless of anger or worry, he got hammered because of her.


    .....


    It turned out that she still held a ce in his heart.


    Isabe instantly became cheerful. She almost forgave him in her heart, so she leaned on him and shook him. “Forget about what happened between us. Drink some water and you will feel better.”


    Her voice was soft and coquettish. She seemed to be very concerned about him.


    Upon hearing her sweet words, Josephpromised when he saw Isabe was very obedient. “Well, will you make me some hangover soup?”


    “I will make some for you as long as you don’t bully me any longer.”


    Joseph took over the bottle of mineral water, rinsed his mouth, and drank a little.


    “Are you feeling better?”


    Isabe asked with concern.


    Joseph saw Isabe raising her head and stared at him with her big eyes. She asked with concern and caution. At the moment, she looked amazingly beautiful in the wind.


    A bad thought suddenly came into his mind.


    “Not at all.”


    Joseph suddenly covered his stomach and bent down, looking like he was in pain. “My stomach suddenly is aching.”


    “What?”


    Isabe panicked. “Let’s go to the hospital at once.”


    “Gerry, pleasee over and help me. Let’s take him to the hospital as soon as possible! The symptom looks like stomach perforation.”


    “Yes!”


    Gerry stepped forward but Joseph ignored him. He leaned his entire body on Isabe and said weakly, “It’s not that serious. Just help to support me. I want to go back home and lie down on the bed.”


    “No way! You had to go to the doctor.” Isabe said seriously.


    “Don’t worry. It’s an old disease. Just hold me, or I’m going to fall down.”


    “Watch out! Lean on me!”


    Isabe naturally was just holding Joseph’s arm. Hearing this, she directly swung his arm behind her back to support his weight. She said heroically, “Just lean on me. Let me take you back into the car.”


    “Okay.”


    Joseph replied and nced at Gerry.


    Gerry tried to go up and help him. Joseph was a tall and big man. After all, it was not easy for Isabe to support Joseph’s weight.


    But Joseph red at him hard, so Gerry froze in ce.


    Could Mr. Wilson deliberately let Miss Isabe support him?


    Gerry had no idea what he was thinking. What he could do was to open the rear door and help them into the car.


    Joseph rested his head on Isabe’sps and hugged her waist on the way. He really looked like a sick and insecure child.


    Isabe saw that he was painful, so she gently rubbed his head and stomach. Joseph revealed a sly smile in the darkness...


    ...


    An hourter, they finally got back to the Wilson Manor.


    The servants in the manor were falling asleep. Isabe told Gerry not to wake them up and nned to make hangover soup for Joseph, but he clung to her and won’t let her go.


    “Never mind.”


    Joseph negotiated, “I feel much better now. My headache disappeared. Please don’t go. Continue to rub my stomach.”


    “No.”


    Isabe pulled Joseph’s hand and exined seriously, “Even if you don’t have a headache now, it doesn’t mean that you won’t have a headache tomorrow. Hangover soup is the best cure and it will make you feel better tomorrow. It can also ease your stomachache. I’ll ask the maid on duty downstairs to massage your stomach for a while. It will be ready in 10 minutes. Okay?”


    Joseph hugged her waist and refused to let go of her.


    Isabe said helplessly. “It won’t bother me usually, but now you are sick. I’m doing this for your own good.”


    “What if you run away again?”


    “Where can I go at midnight? I promise I won’t.” Isabe wanted tough. It turned out that he won’t let go of her because he was afraid that she would run away...


    “I don’t trust you.”


    “Well, what am I supposed to do? Are you going to make soup with me?”


    At 3:00 a.m. in the kitchen of the Wilson Manor. A beautiful young girl was busy in the kitchen and a tall and handsome man standing close behind her.


    From afar, it looked as if she was carrying him on her back...


    In order to prevent Isabe from running away again, Joseph was so shameless and childish that he kept standing behind her back...


    Isabe managed to make hangover soup ready and let him sit in the kitchen to drink it.


    Joseph immediately expressed that his stomachache was getting worse and motioned that he needed to be fed while lying on the bed.


    Isabe dragged him upstairs without getting angry.


    She ced him in bed and began to feed him soup like coaxing a child,


    Joseph closed his eyes and frowned slightly, seemingly enjoying everything in pain.


    After a bowl, Isabe stroked his forehead. “Are you feeling better?”


    Joseph felt her touch and opened his eyes, seeing her watery eyes and red lips.


    There was a heat up in his body and he suddenly became impulsive.


    Joseph suddenly remembered the various things that he and Isabe had done in the bathroom before they went to America ... He narrowed his eyes. “I want to take a shower.”


    “A shower?”


    Isabe was stunned and looked at the time. “It’s 3:00 am now.”


    “I’m so sweaty that I couldn’t get sleep.” Joseph said weakly, “Help me, okay?”


    She couldn’t believe that Joseph asked her for help for the first time. He looked so weak and pathetic. She couldn’t have the heart to refuse. Isabe immediately agreed, “Alright, I’ll run a bath for you. Take off your clothes first.”


    “You help me.”


    “...”


    “I can’t do it. Can you help me?”


    ” ... Alright.”


    Isabe looked at Joseph’s pathetic expression, she went to the bathroom to run a bath fast, then quickly returned to help him sit up. She ced a pillow on his waist and helped him unbutton his shirt.


    After Joseph came back, he hadn’t changed his clothes yet. It would be difficult for her to help him change clothes, so she ignored this.


    Unexpectedly, he wanted to change his clothes, but also wanted to take a shower. Otherwise, he won’t go to bed.