Chapter 353

Chapter 353 Joseph Would Think She Had Lost Her Mind

Joseph’s gaze descended, fixating on the words written on the card. The impeccable handwriting

reassured him that it was not Chloe who had written the card. He then proceeded to unbox the gift,

revealing a suit that barely met the standards of a proper fit. While it was not a luxurious item, there

was an unexplainable charm about it that caught his eye.

Joseph’s towering height of 1.86 meters bestowed upon him a commanding presence, allowing him to

effortlessly carry any garment with grace and charm. Each button on his white shirt was fastened and

the shirt’s hem was neatly tucked into his trousers. His well- defined waistline emphasized his strong

physique, adding to the magnetic appeal of his poised and enigmatic demeanor.

The combination of his imposing stature, meticulous grooming, and confident demeanor captivated all

those who beheld him.

Lucas grinned. “It seems that Ms. Chloe still holds you in her heart.”

Perhaps she regretted her actions, wanting to reconcile but unable to swallow her pride. She hoped

that by giving him this gift, Joseph would change his mind.

Joseph casually rolled up his sleeves to reveal his forearms, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, his

emotions were unreadable. He scoffed, thinking, ‘Does that foolish girl truly hold any feelings for me?

She’s just weighing her options because she knows that I’m far better.

than Icarus.”

Nevertheless, Joseph still felt a sense of satisfaction. However, this contentment was short- lived as an

unexplainable surge of anger washed over him. Memories of Chloe once giving Icarus a suit

resurfaced, and now she was trying to use the same tactic to deceive him. She wanted both him and

Icarus. Such people were skilled in feigning deep affection, yet they were inherently promiscuous. In

Chloe’s case, her heart belonged only to herself.

Lucas also sensed that something was amiss and cautiously asked, “Sir, do you intend to wear this

suit? Shall I have it cleaned for you?”

Joseph had a cleanliness obsession. No matter how spotless the clothes appeared, they always had to

be cleaned before he would wear them.

“When have I ever worn such cheap junk?”

As Joseph’s gaze swept coldly over the suit, it sent a chill down Lucas’s spine. He nodded in

agreement and said, “Okay, then I’ll dispose of it for you.

”

Joseph’s eyes grew even colder as he replied, “Did I say to throw it away?”

Lucas, feeling wronged and unable to comprehend his employer’s thoughts, could only exit the room.

After a while, as the time for the video conference approached, he went to remind Joseph and

discovered that he still had on the clothes Chloe had gifted him.

‘Who said he wouldn’t wear such cheap junk…’

Chloe distributed the gifts she bought to her employees and spent the entire afternoon in her office

going through documents. It was only at the end of the workday that she finally had a moment to check

the time.

It was approximately three o’clock when a message arrived from the salesperson at the boutique,

informing her that both the garments and the bank card had been delivered to the reception desk at

Fairlight. Along with the message, a photograph was included, capturing the moment the gift box was

received, with the pink greeting card boldly displayed atop the box.

A

surge of unease washed over her, prompting her to ask, “What did you write in the greeting card?”

As the evening settled in and Chloe returned home, having finished her meal and seeking solace on

her plush bed, she received a response from the salesperson. As her eyes scanned the words, a chill

coursed through her, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“What? What the hell is wrong with this salesperson? A simple greeting would have sufficed. What’s

this line about ‘My feelings for you are like a body that can’t be separated from clothes, I can’t be

separated from you?!””

It was fine if Joseph did not read the message, but if he did, he would surely think she had lost her

mind.

Chloe promptly blocked the salesperson’s number and vowed never to buy clothes from that store ever

again.

The clock struck 11 PM.

Joseph, tuckered out by back-to-back meetings, made his way into his house. His footsteps echoed

faintly through the stillness. When Xavia heard the noise, she emerged from the kitchen, her eyes filled

with concern as they met his fatigued countenance.

“I prepared some butternut squash velvet soup for you,” she offered gently, her voice carrying a tinge of

worry. “Take a few sips. It’ll ease the weariness from your body and mind.”

Joseph threw her a sideway glance, his brows furrowing. “You should stay at Golden Wood. Stop

coming to my place.”

Xavia’s view of Joseph’s attire was hindered by the dimly lit foyer. It was only when he approached her

that she could discern the clothing he was wearing. It happened to be the suit Chloe had purchased

earlier in the afternoon. A profound sense of melancholy engulfed Xavia, leaving faint traces of sorrow

etched upon her face.

Without uttering a word, she silently placed a bowl of soup on the table. When Joseph emerged

from the shower in a robe, his lips formed a tight line and his gaze was distant and icy, unmistakably

conveying his reluctance to engage in any conversation.

Xavia dug her fingers into the rim of the porcelain bowl and set the soup before him. After a prolonged

silence, it seemed as though she had finally made up her mind. She said, “Joe, if you are unwilling to

take responsibility for our child, just let me know. I’m prepared to undergo an abortion or raise the child

on my own. As you know, I’m not one to revel in ambiguous entanglements.”