385 Always Be By Your Side
Joseph pressed Isabella directly on the operating table. As Joseph kissed her, he smiled evilly, âRefuse to be pressed? Iâll tell you that you will only be pressed!â
âJoseph! It is a public place!â
âOuch! Isabella, where are you kicking?â
âJoseph, you rogue!â
Joseph and Isabella accidentally pressed the button for seven consecutive shots.
The flashing lights kept shining. The photos of Joseph and Isabella fighting were taken.
Joseph released Isabella and took out the seven photos. Isabella instantly snatched them over and laughed. âJoseph, you are so embarrassing. You are so cute when you cover your lower body.â
âWhen you are pressed, you are not cute at all.â
Joseph took out his wallet, proudly withdrew the photo that Isabella was pressed, and put it into his wallet. âAlright. Iâve already known your ultimate purpose for the headshots. I can satisfy you.â
.....
âBut not this one!â
Isabella immediately protested to grab the wallet. âYou said this one isnât cute at all! Letâs change it!â
âI like this one,â Joseph smirked and raised his wallet high.
âNo, darling.â
Isabella climbed up Joseph and reached out to grab the wallet. âChange it. Change into another one.â
Joseph looked down at the anxious appearance of Isabella rubbing against him. Her lips were pink and full, and she pouted, pretending to be angry. Joseph couldnât help but laugh. When Isabella saw his sly smile, Isabella suddenly narrowed her eyes, hooked his neck, and kissed him. Joseph was stunned and immediately hugged her and responded to her kiss.
Isabellaâs plan succeeded. She giggled and snatched the wallet from Josephâs hand. Then, Isabella pushed him away, pulled out the photo that showed she forcefully kissed Joseph, and put it into his wallet. âReplace that shameful photo with this domineering one!â
Joseph didnât say anything but looked at Isabella gently and said with a good temper, âWhat about put both of them in?â
Isabella pulled out the original photo with a smile. She suddenly found something had been brought out. Isabella hurriedly bent down to pick it up. When she picked it up, she couldnât help but be stunned.
It was an old photograph with a sense of age.
In the photo, there was a beautiful middle-aged couple. In front of them stood a boy about eleven or twelve years old. Isabella looked carefully. âIt is...â
âIt is the photo of my parents and me.â
Joseph didnât hide anything. âI wanted to tell you later that they have already passed away. So itâs impossible for them to attend our wedding.â
Isabella suddenly remembered that Cedric had said that Josephâs mother was killed, and Joseph had seen his motherâs corpse with his own eyes. As a result, Joseph shut himself up for some time when he was a child. Thus, Isabella instantly felt a little uncomfortable. âDonât put my photo in your wallet. Leave Mr. and Mrs. Wilsonâs photo in it.â
Joseph shook his head, took the photos from Isabella, and put them in his wallet.
Isabella noticed that Joseph put the photo he took with his parents in with the backside up, and then put the two he took with Isabella in with the front up.
âThey have passed away, so it doesnât matter anymore.â
Joseph closed his wallet and placed his hand on Isabellaâs shoulder. âWe have to face life forward. To me, the living is more important than the departed, so I only need to see you now.â
Isabellaâs eyes flashed. âCan you tell me how Mr. Joseph and Mrs. Joseph passed away? How long ago?â
âMy father passed away because of illness. At that time, I was 13 years old.â Joseph calmly put his wallet into his pocket as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. âThen, two years later, when I was 15 years old, my mother, who took care of me alone, was killed.â
âShe was...â
âYes, itâs a robbery.â
Joseph casually said, âSeeing that my motherâs car was worth a lot of money, the robber wanted to rob it. But my mother resisted. Thus, he accidentally killed my mother.â
âI see...â
Isabella lowered her head, and her eyes flickered. âDid Mrs. Wilson usually go out alone?â
âNo, she would bring two assistant bodyguards.â
Joseph smiled, seemingly resignedly. âAlthough my mother was in a wealthy family, her family couldnât be compared with the Wilson family. When she was in college, she and my father loved each other at first sight. Then, they got married. So my mother usually didnât act like a lady. At most, she had one or two assistant bodyguards to follow her out. That time, it was said that she suddenly went out at night, and she didnât inform the bodyguards. As a result, it happened.â
âHave the murderer been found?â Isabella hurriedly asked.
Joseph fixed his gaze. âOf course, the case was solved very quickly. The murderer was also sentenced to death quickly. He was executed with a shot.â
Looking at Joseph wearing a calm expression, Isabella wanted to ask him about his autism. However, on second thought, his mother must have died miserably at that time. It had caused an indelible blow to Josephâs young heart. Since that was the case, it would only make Joseph sad if Isabella mentioned it again.
Therefore, Isabella decided not to ask. Then, she raised her feet and reached out to touch Josephâs temples. Isabella comforted Joseph, âItâs good that that bastard has been dead. Mrs. Wilson must have been consoled.â
Joseph looked at Isabella trying to comfort him like an elder sister and smiled as he held Isabellaâs hand. âWhy are you touching my temples?â
âI want to touch your head to comfort you. But since I canât reach your head, I can only touch your temples,â Isabella replied especially seriously.
Joseph burst out into laughter.
Joseph couldnât help but lean over and hug Isabella. âCan you touch it this time?â
Isabella immediately patted Josephâs head, her eyes beaming with joy. âI can touch your head. Iâve touched it. Darling, donât be sad. Donât be miserable. In the future, I will accompany you. I will always be by your side.â
Joseph smiled. âYour father was killed by the explosion, but you came to comfort me.â
âIt isnât the same.â
Isabella said with all seriousness, âWhen my father passed away, I was only five years old. All my memories of him were limited to the fact that I wanted his warmth and the sense of security he gave me. But in fact, many of them were just my fantasies. If it werenât for that photo, I wouldnât have been able to remember what he looked like.â
âDidnât you say that you saw your father was blown to ashes?â
Isabella couldnât help but cover her mouth and laugh.
âI was just teasing you. How could my mother let me see that? When I went there, my fatherâs body had been pulled away by the police, but...â
âBut what?â
âBut I remember the smell in the air...â Isabella paused, âThe smell of charred flesh.â
Joseph was stunned for a moment. âI remember that you donât eat roasted food...â
Isabella immediately smiled mischievously and flicked Josephâs nose.
âWhen we first went to Tears of Blue Mirror, there was a bonfire party at night. You asked someone to send me a barbecue. I didnât eat but went to the health club. You repulsed me for being finicky. You finally know why, donât you?â