Chapter 40: Share A Bed
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"Mr. Joseph, what else can I do for you?"
"Prepare a swimsuit for Isabella," Joseph said unhappily.
"Got it," William said with a smile.
The door was closed, and Joseph was left alone in the large room. He looked at the moon silently for a while, and then picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
"Shit!"
Joseph stood up and said, "The tea is really awful. Damn old man, you fooled me!"
...
Isabella took a shower, changed her clothes, and sat on the soft bed, absent-minded.
Today, she had slapped Joseph twice out of sheer desperation. At that moment, she felt she was doomed.
If this had happened in the Smith's, she would have been beaten to death by Carl.
To her surprise, Joseph did not beat her.
Could it be that Mr. Charlie denounced domestic violence and educated him well?
Impossible. If it were the case, that guy would not bury himself in parties and flirt with bikini beauties.
Moreover, Joseph was very bossy. No one dared to beat him. But today she had slapped him twice... He definitely would not let her get away with it.
Damn it. Was he plotting to take revenge on her? Would he torture her?
...
Before Isabella got an answer, the door was opened and Joseph walked in, wearing a bathrobe.
Isabella's heart skipped a beat. She immediately cowered towards the corner of the bed.
Joseph glanced at her indifferently, walked straight to the bed and took off his bathrobe.
"What are you doing?"
The brave Isabella at the Spa shop was gone. Looking at tall and strong Joseph in front of her, she trembled with fear, "You promised not to touch me. I'm not a casual woman. Not at all."
Joseph bent over to her.
Isabella closed her eyes in despair.
...
Feeling a cold and soft kiss on her forehead, Isabella was astonished and opened her eyes.
Joseph put on his pajamas and lay down on one side of the bed. He closed his eyes and said indifferently, "This is my grandpa's order."
"Order?"
Isabella was confused, "What order?"
"A bedtime kiss."
Isabella touched her forehead and said blankly, "Grandpa asked you to kiss me before sleep? Really?"
"No need to doubt it."
Joseph roared, "Sleep! Now! If you don't sleep, get out!"
"OK!"
Isabella was so frightened that she immediately turned off the bedside lamp and lay down.
It was a quiet night. Moon shone through the curtains, casting hazy silver shadow.
The air was filled with Joseph's scent, the smell of tobacco and perfume, a unique mix of aggressiveness and coldness.
Isabella's eyes widened as she carefully swallowed her saliva.
This was the first time that she had shared a bed with a man, and the man was Joseph.
Not her husband, her lover, or even her boyfriend.
An hour ago, he wanted to possess and humiliate her, like a devil.
But now, he gently kissed her forehead, and lay down beside her without any indecent behavior.
And then, they shared a bed naturally...
By the way...
Although the bed was very big and the room between Joseph and her was enough for another person, Isabella could still subtly perceive the heat from his body.
She carefully moved her body a little bit towards the edge of the bed. Then, making sure that she did not wake up Joseph, she moved a little more.
She moved little by little.
She did not stop until her hand already stretched out from under the quilt, and she could hardly perceive the heat from Joseph's body.
She closed her sleepy eyes securely.
She did not know how to evaluate Joseph.
Maybe she could say that he was fickle?
She was so tired today, but fortunately...
Nothing serious happened.
Well, she should write a book called "The Defense for Integrity"...
Unfortunately, a few hours later, a tragedy happened, and Isabella almost lost her integrity.
At around 2 or 3 a.m., she turned over and fell to the ground.
"Ouch!"
Due to what had happened in the day, Isabella had nightmares and recalled unhappy experiences.
Therefore, the moment she fell to the ground, she thought that she was beaten again and began to sob. She mixed up the reality and her dreams.
"Isabella! Why are you wailing beside the bed late at night?"
Someone slapped her face. Isabella finally woke up. She opened her eyes and saw Joseph in front of her.
Isabella thought that the nightmare came true, and cried even louder.
Instead of sobbing, she cried loudly with fear.
"Am I a ghost? Why are you so afraid of me?"
Joseph scratched his messy hair, reluctantly pulled Isabella up from the floor and took her back into bed. He ordered faintly, "Stop wailing. Otherwise, I'll throw you out of the window."
Isabella immediately shut up.
Joseph pulled her closer and hugged her, finding her body soft and small. He felt very comfortable and spontaneously hugged her more tightly.
Isabella sobbed. She was still a little confused, but attracted by Joseph's warm embrace, she could not help getting closer to him.
The two had a good sleep.
The next morning, the sun shone on the bed through the window.
The instant she opened her eyes, Isabella remembered what had happened last night. Then, she quickly rolled out of bed.
"You really like rolling out of bed?"
There came a faint voice. On the other side of the room was Joseph sitting on the sofa. Wearing a suit, he gracefully held a gold-rimmed white porcelain cup in his hand. He was so good-looking.
"No."
Isabella got up. She suddenly did not dare to look at Joseph, "I accidentally fell off the bed."
"In the future, sleep in the middle of the bed, then you won't fall."
Joseph looked at Isabella, "If you're hungry, ring the bell at the bedside to order breakfast."
Isabella was a little confused, "Won't we have breakfast with grandpa?"
Joseph lowered his head to take a sip from the cup, "Then how do you explain your walnut-like puffy eyelids and the fingerprints on my face?"
Isabella glanced at Joseph and found that his cheeks were slightly swollen.
It was because of her.
"Well..." Isabella lowered her head and said awkwardly, "What if grandpa suspects...?"
"You can tell him at noon that you had much fun and stayed up late yesterday." Joseph stood up.
"I tell him?" Isabella was blank, "Where are you going?"
"I'll go back to the company."
"Company?" Isabella anxiously grabbed Joseph's clothes and said, "You're leaving?"
Joseph looked down at Isabella and suddenly approached her. His eyes were piercing, "Do you want me to stay here?"
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"Mr. Joseph, what else can I do for you?"
"Prepare a swimsuit for Isabella," Joseph said unhappily.
"Got it," William said with a smile.
The door was closed, and Joseph was left alone in the large room. He looked at the moon silently for a while, and then picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
"Shit!"
Joseph stood up and said, "The tea is really awful. Damn old man, you fooled me!"
...
Isabella took a shower, changed her clothes, and sat on the soft bed, absent-minded.
Today, she had slapped Joseph twice out of sheer desperation. At that moment, she felt she was doomed.
If this had happened in the Smith's, she would have been beaten to death by Carl.
To her surprise, Joseph did not beat her.
Could it be that Mr. Charlie denounced domestic violence and educated him well?
Impossible. If it were the case, that guy would not bury himself in parties and flirt with bikini beauties.
Moreover, Joseph was very bossy. No one dared to beat him. But today she had slapped him twice... He definitely would not let her get away with it.
Damn it. Was he plotting to take revenge on her? Would he torture her?
...
Before Isabella got an answer, the door was opened and Joseph walked in, wearing a bathrobe.
Isabella's heart skipped a beat. She immediately cowered towards the corner of the bed.
Joseph glanced at her indifferently, walked straight to the bed and took off his bathrobe.
"What are you doing?"
The brave Isabella at the Spa shop was gone. Looking at tall and strong Joseph in front of her, she trembled with fear, "You promised not to touch me. I'm not a casual woman. Not at all."
Joseph bent over to her.
Isabella closed her eyes in despair.
...
Feeling a cold and soft kiss on her forehead, Isabella was astonished and opened her eyes.
Joseph put on his pajamas and lay down on one side of the bed. He closed his eyes and said indifferently, "This is my grandpa's order."
"Order?"
Isabella was confused, "What order?"
"A bedtime kiss."
Isabella touched her forehead and said blankly, "Grandpa asked you to kiss me before sleep? Really?"
"No need to doubt it."
Joseph roared, "Sleep! Now! If you don't sleep, get out!"
"OK!"
Isabella was so frightened that she immediately turned off the bedside lamp and lay down.
It was a quiet night. Moon shone through the curtains, casting hazy silver shadow.
The air was filled with Joseph's scent, the smell of tobacco and perfume, a unique mix of aggressiveness and coldness.
Isabella's eyes widened as she carefully swallowed her saliva.
This was the first time that she had shared a bed with a man, and the man was Joseph.
Not her husband, her lover, or even her boyfriend.
An hour ago, he wanted to possess and humiliate her, like a devil.
But now, he gently kissed her forehead, and lay down beside her without any indecent behavior.
And then, they shared a bed naturally...
By the way...
Although the bed was very big and the room between Joseph and her was enough for another person, Isabella could still subtly perceive the heat from his body.
She carefully moved her body a little bit towards the edge of the bed. Then, making sure that she did not wake up Joseph, she moved a little more.
She moved little by little.
She did not stop until her hand already stretched out from under the quilt, and she could hardly perceive the heat from Joseph's body.
She closed her sleepy eyes securely.
She did not know how to evaluate Joseph.
Maybe she could say that he was fickle?
She was so tired today, but fortunately...
Nothing serious happened.
Well, she should write a book called "The Defense for Integrity"...
Unfortunately, a few hours later, a tragedy happened, and Isabella almost lost her integrity.
At around 2 or 3 a.m., she turned over and fell to the ground.
"Ouch!"
Due to what had happened in the day, Isabella had nightmares and recalled unhappy experiences.
Therefore, the moment she fell to the ground, she thought that she was beaten again and began to sob. She mixed up the reality and her dreams.
"Isabella! Why are you wailing beside the bed late at night?"
Someone slapped her face. Isabella finally woke up. She opened her eyes and saw Joseph in front of her.
Isabella thought that the nightmare came true, and cried even louder.
Instead of sobbing, she cried loudly with fear.
"Am I a ghost? Why are you so afraid of me?"
Joseph scratched his messy hair, reluctantly pulled Isabella up from the floor and took her back into bed. He ordered faintly, "Stop wailing. Otherwise, I'll throw you out of the window."
Isabella immediately shut up.
Joseph pulled her closer and hugged her, finding her body soft and small. He felt very comfortable and spontaneously hugged her more tightly.
Isabella sobbed. She was still a little confused, but attracted by Joseph's warm embrace, she could not help getting closer to him.
The two had a good sleep.
The next morning, the sun shone on the bed through the window.
The instant she opened her eyes, Isabella remembered what had happened last night. Then, she quickly rolled out of bed.
"You really like rolling out of bed?"
There came a faint voice. On the other side of the room was Joseph sitting on the sofa. Wearing a suit, he gracefully held a gold-rimmed white porcelain cup in his hand. He was so good-looking.
"No."
Isabella got up. She suddenly did not dare to look at Joseph, "I accidentally fell off the bed."
"In the future, sleep in the middle of the bed, then you won't fall."
Joseph looked at Isabella, "If you're hungry, ring the bell at the bedside to order breakfast."
Isabella was a little confused, "Won't we have breakfast with grandpa?"
Joseph lowered his head to take a sip from the cup, "Then how do you explain your walnut-like puffy eyelids and the fingerprints on my face?"
Isabella glanced at Joseph and found that his cheeks were slightly swollen.
It was because of her.
"Well..." Isabella lowered her head and said awkwardly, "What if grandpa suspects...?"
"You can tell him at noon that you had much fun and stayed up late yesterday." Joseph stood up.
"I tell him?" Isabella was blank, "Where are you going?"
"I'll go back to the company."
"Company?" Isabella anxiously grabbed Joseph's clothes and said, "You're leaving?"
Joseph looked down at Isabella and suddenly approached her. His eyes were piercing, "Do you want me to stay here?"
"Mr. Joseph, what else can I do for you?" "Prepare a swimsuit for Isabella," Joseph said unhappily. "Got it," William said with a smile. The door was closed, and Joseph was left alone in the large room. He looked at the moon silently for a while, and then picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. "Shit!" Joseph stood up and said, "The tea is really awful. Damn old man, you fooled me!" ... Isabella took a shower, changed her clothes, and sat on the soft bed, absent-minded. Today, she had slapped Joseph twice out of sheer desperation. At that moment, she felt she was doomed. If this had happened in the Smith's, she would have been beaten to death by Carl. To her surprise, Joseph did not beat her. Could it be that Mr. Charlie denounced domestic violence and educated him well? Impossible. If it were the case, that guy would not bury himself in parties and flirt with bikini beauties. Moreover, Joseph was very bossy. No one dared to beat him. But today she had slapped him twice... He definitely would not let her get away with it. Damn it. Was he plotting to take revenge on her? Would he torture her? ... Before Isabella got an answer, the door was opened and Joseph walked in, wearing a bathrobe. Isabella's heart skipped a beat. She immediately cowered towards the corner of the bed. Joseph glanced at her indifferently, walked straight to the bed and took off his bathrobe. "What are you doing?" The brave Isabella at the Spa shop was gone. Looking at tall and strong Joseph in front of her, she trembled with fear, "You promised not to touch me. I'm not a casual woman. Not at all." Joseph bent over to her. Isabella closed her eyes in despair. ... Feeling a cold and soft kiss on her forehead, Isabella was astonished and opened her eyes. Joseph put on his pajamas and lay down on one side of the bed. He closed his eyes and said indifferently, "This is my grandpa's order." "Order?" Isabella was confused, "What order?" "A bedtime kiss." Isabella touched her forehead and said blankly, "Grandpa asked you to kiss me before sleep? Really?" "No need to doubt it." Joseph roared, "Sleep! Now! If you don't sleep, get out!" "OK!" Isabella was so frightened that she immediately turned off the bedside lamp and lay down. It was a quiet night. Moon shone through the curtains, casting hazy silver shadow. The air was filled with Joseph's scent, the smell of tobacco and perfume, a unique mix of aggressiveness and coldness. Isabella's eyes widened as she carefully swallowed her saliva. This was the first time that she had shared a bed with a man, and the man was Joseph. Not her husband, her lover, or even her boyfriend. An hour ago, he wanted to possess and humiliate her, like a devil. But now, he gently kissed her forehead, and lay down beside her without any indecent behavior. And then, they shared a bed naturally... By the way... Although the bed was very big and the room between Joseph and her was enough for another person, Isabella could still subtly perceive the heat from his body. She carefully moved her body a little bit towards the edge of the bed. Then, making sure that she did not wake up Joseph, she moved a little more. She moved little by little. She did not stop until her hand already stretched out from under the quilt, and she could hardly perceive the heat from Joseph's body. She closed her sleepy eyes securely. She did not know how to evaluate Joseph. Maybe she could say that he was fickle? She was so tired today, but fortunately... Nothing serious happened. Well, she should write a book called "The Defense for Integrity"... Unfortunately, a few hours later, a tragedy happened, and Isabella almost lost her integrity. At around 2 or 3 a.m., she turned over and fell to the ground. "Ouch!" Due to what had happened in the day, Isabella had nightmares and recalled unhappy experiences. Therefore, the moment she fell to the ground, she thought that she was beaten again and began to sob. She mixed up the reality and her dreams. "Isabella! Why are you wailing beside the bed late at night?" Someone slapped her face. Isabella finally woke up. She opened her eyes and saw Joseph in front of her. Isabella thought that the nightmare came true, and cried even louder. Instead of sobbing, she cried loudly with fear. "Am I a ghost? Why are you so afraid of me?" Joseph scratched his messy hair, reluctantly pulled Isabella up from the floor and took her back into bed. He ordered faintly, "Stop wailing. Otherwise, I'll throw you out of the window." Isabella immediately shut up. Joseph pulled her closer and hugged her, finding her body soft and small. He felt very comfortable and spontaneously hugged her more tightly. Isabella sobbed. She was still a little confused, but attracted by Joseph's warm embrace, she could not help getting closer to him. The two had a good sleep. The next morning, the sun shone on the bed through the window. The instant she opened her eyes, Isabella remembered what had happened last night. Then, she quickly rolled out of bed. "You really like rolling out of bed?" There came a faint voice. On the other side of the room was Joseph sitting on the sofa. Wearing a suit, he gracefully held a gold-rimmed white porcelain cup in his hand. He was so good-looking. "No." Isabella got up. She suddenly did not dare to look at Joseph, "I accidentally fell off the bed." "In the future, sleep in the middle of the bed, then you won't fall." Joseph looked at Isabella, "If you're hungry, ring the bell at the bedside to order breakfast." Isabella was a little confused, "Won't we have breakfast with grandpa?" Joseph lowered his head to take a sip from the cup, "Then how do you explain your walnut-like puffy eyelids and the fingerprints on my face?" Isabella glanced at Joseph and found that his cheeks were slightly swollen. It was because of her. "Well..." Isabella lowered her head and said awkwardly, "What if grandpa suspects...?" "You can tell him at noon that you had much fun and stayed up late yesterday." Joseph stood up. "I tell him?" Isabella was blank, "Where are you going?" "I'll go back to the company." "Company?" Isabella anxiously grabbed Joseph's clothes and said, "You're leaving?" Joseph looked down at Isabella and suddenly approached her. His eyes were piercing, "Do you want me to stay here?"
