Chapter 287

Chapter 287 Go After Her if You Like Her

Joseph stared into Chloe’s eyes which held a resolute and pure conviction. This was Chloe Johnson,

the same person who could tell lies without flinching, express love with a straight face, yet harbor no

true feelings in her heart. She was the one who coldly watched him walk into a trap.

As this thought flashed through his mind, a mocking smile tugged at the corners of his

mouth. However, he had never been short of women, and these despicable and vile tactics only

disgusted him.

Shifting away his gaze,

gaze, his voice turned cold and distant, difficult to approach. “Find your own. way to City Hall. You don’t

deserve to sit in my car.”

Chloe nodded numbly, her steps heavy as she made her way toward the exit.

Xavia’s gaze flickered, her voice filled with concern. “Joe, can’t the two of you have a proper

conversation? Your emotions are running high right now. Give each other some time to cool down.

Maybe there’s still a chance to reconcile.”

“Our matters are not your concern.”

Xavia’s face stiffened, and she nodded silently and decided not to argue any further. “Then I’ll be here

waiting for you to come back.”

As she watched him walk away, Xavia reached into her bag and pulled out a spare mobile phone. She

typed out a string of numbers and sent out a text.

During the halftime break of his golf game with some friends, Icarus’ phone emitted a ping, signaling a

new message. He instinctively reached for it and glanced at the screen. His eyes paused for a moment

as he absorbed the contents. He then turned to his friends and said, Let’s call it a day. I have

something important to attend to.”

Although he did not recognize the number, the urgency of the message indicated that the sender must

know something. If there was any truth to it, Chloe would need support and comfort in this difficult time,

and Icarus did not want to miss the opportunity to provide that.

“Come on, stay a little longer. What’s the rush?”

“I’m sorry, but this matter requires my immediate attention.”

One of his friends could not resist teasing, “Is it a multi-million-dollar deal or something?”

Icarus smiled knowingly and replied, “No, it isn’t work-related.”

Chloe exited the living room, and Toto eagerly approached her, seeking affection by rubbing

its furry head against her palm. She gazed at the oblivious dog, her eyes welling up with sadness. “I

won’t be able to take care of you anymore. Be on your best behavior and avoid eating salty and oily

foods.”

As Chloe finished speaking, she let out a bittersweet laugh and pat herself on the head. Why was she

having this conversation with a dog that could not understand her?

With a farewell gesture to Toto, she made her way to the street to flag down a cab and made her way

to City Hall where Joseph awaited. However, just as they were about to enter the building, Icarus

arrived in his car and called out to Chloe.

Chloe perceived it as a coincidental encounter and hesitated briefly before making her way toward

Icarus. She inquired, “What’s the matter?”

Joseph’s already somber and icy countenance took on an even more displeased appearance upon

seeing Icarus, radiating an exceptionally chilling aura. His suspicions were confirmed. It seemed she

could not wait to move on to her next target even before their divorce was finalized.

At that moment, Joseph felt an urge to kill.

Icarus cast a wary glance at Joseph, his expression on high alert. “Is he bullying you?”

Chloe mustered a bitter smile, but her words were cut short as a sudden surge of force gripped her

wrist, causing her to flinch in pain. She found herself staring at Joseph’s enraged eyes and clenched

jaw.

Joseph directed a scornful look toward Icarus and mocked, “We haven’t even finalized our divorce, yet

you’re already eager to be the backup plan.”

Chloe furrowed her brow, concerned that another argument might ensue between the two men. She

attempted to explain in a calm and composed tone, “We coincidentally bumped into each other here.”

In the midst of their exchange, Icarus maintained a steady gaze, unaffected by Joseph’s words. He

responded with unwavering resolve, “I’m willing to wait for the divorce as long as you stick to your

word, Mr. Joseph.”

The office employees swiftly processed the divorce certificates, placing them in Chloe’s and Joseph’s

hands.

“I still need to retrieve my belongings from the villa.”

Annoyed by the documents, Joseph carelessly discarded them into the trash bin. “Do as you please.”

Icarus approached, his voice softer than before. “Chloe, let me accompany you.”

“No need. I’ll go get them myself.”

Icarus understood her state of mind and refrained from insisting. “What are your plans for the future?”

“I don’t know yet. I want to take a few days off and then make a decision.”

Chloe entered the villa, paying no attention to the man seated on the sofa, and proceeded directly

upstairs. She gathered all her belongings, filling an entire suitcase that she brought over when she first

came here. Notably, she left behind the jewelry and clothes that Joseph had purchased for her,

including the precious Flawless Love ring from Nathan.

Joseph watched as Chloe vanished from his sight, and a surge of frustration propelled him to his feet.

He stormed up the stairs, his footsteps heavy and determined. In the guest room, he swiftly rid the

space of any trace of her presence. His jaw clenched tightly as he forcefully shut the door, creating a

resounding crash that reverberated throughout the room.

A few lightweight photos fluttered down to the floor, catching his attention. He stooped down, gathering

them in his hands. The images captured moments of Chloe and him together, frozen in time. In one,

she wore a radiant smile, playfully flashing a victory sign against the backdrop of a bustling shopping

mall.

These were the very photos Joseph had taken while accompanying Chloe on shopping

excursions, naively assuming she would only send them to her grandfather. He never expected her to

print them out.

Joseph’s gaze lingered on the photos, his expression twisted with a mixture of bitterness and

amusement.

‘Did she purposefully leave them behind? Did she want me to witness her departure?’ he mused to

himself, ‘She’s such a cunning dumbo, always up to something.’

Despite his disdain, an unexplainable hesitation lingered, keeping his hand from discarding the photos.

Instead, he carefully returned them to their original position.

Xavia walked in and saw his actions, giving Joseph a knowing look. She urged him, “Joe, if you can’t

let her go, go after her.”