Chapter 466

Chapter 466 Older Men Are Greasy

Octavia erupted in anger. “I was simply chastising you, yet you’re humiliating me like this?”

“I didn’t humiliate you. I just responded in kind. Why are you so agitated?” Chloe’s eyes turned cold.

Octavia’s face darkened. “You’re climbing over me even before getting remarried. If you and Joseph

remarry, will you disrespect Harold too?”

“Disrespect him? Of course not,” Chloe quickly retorted, “I’ll honor and respect him with all my heart.”

Octavia’s face stiffened, unable to find a comeback. She decided not to push the issue further and

instead directed her focus and energy toward Xavia. The person standing before her was unworthy of

her attention.

After a sumptuous dinner, Chloe was overcome by an overwhelming drowsiness. Sympathetic to her

condition, Harold allowed her to head to bed early.

As she teetered on the brink of sleep, she faintly heard the door being pushed open. Recognizing

Joseph’s presence, she chose to ignore him and continued to drift off to sleep. However, he proved to

be less than honest, quietly removing his shoes and joining her in bed, enveloping her in his embrace.

A pleasant cold fragrance enveloped Chloe as she affectionately nuzzled against him, finding solace in

the warmth of his chest. Joseph tenderly kissed her cheek a few times and then fell

silent.

Though Chloe continued to feign indifference, her drowsiness waned. No matter how hard she

attempted to coax herself back to sleep, it eluded her grasp. She finally opened her eyes, only to be

met with Joseph’s penetrating gaze, his icy stare alternating with restrained desire.

Chloe was momentarily taken aback, her cheeks flushing with heat. “Why are you staring at me like

that?”

To her surprise, Joseph’s large hand slowly slid from her waist to her chest and firmly grasped

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“You’re exposed,” he said.

Chloe lowered her head. The low neckline of her nightgown, combined with her sideways position, had

resulted in a rather provocative scene. Feeling the heat rising, she attempted to push his hand away.

“Stop it. Let go.”

Joseph remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on her nightgown, his fingertips tingling with the desire to rip

it apart. He yearned to see her body fully exposed before him, devoid of any

clothing. His longing had grown overwhelming, heightened by the prolonged absence of physical

intimacy.

Chloe’s entire being was ablaze, and she averted her gaze in discomfort. “You promised you wouldn’t

force me.”

“I haven’t done anything.” Joseph grasped her hand and guided it downward. He urged her in. a hoarse

voice tinged with roughness as if it had been scraped against sandpaper, “Come on…. Give me a

hand?”

Chloe felt his bulge, and her earlobes flushed crimson. “You shameless bastard!”

‘How many times has this happened already?’

The drawn curtains blocked out the moonlight and the bedroom’s only source of light was a bedside

lamp that cast a subdued glow. Joseph’s handsomeness was undeniable. Even with her nightgown

lifted and his hand firmly grasping her clean skin, urging her immodestly, his countenance still radiated

an indescribable nobility.

Chloe’s cheeks flushed crimson, and her wrists began to ache.

“Hey, brat. Mr. Desmond is about to leave. Aren’t you going to come down and bid him farewell?”

Harold’s voice suddenly echoed from outside the door, causing Chloe to panic. In her nervousness, she

unintentionally exerted more pressure.

Joseph let out a pained groan, and in a vengeful response, he tightened his grip even further as a form

of retaliatory punishment. Chloe’s emotions swirled between embarrassment and anger. She attempted

to sit up, but he firmly held her down in place. Then, he pressed himself against her, capturing her lips

in a kiss.

Harold called out once more. Then, assuming Joseph had already fallen asleep, he went downstairs to

see Mr. Desmond off.

After the ordeal, Chloe felt utterly drained and too fatigued to even raise her hand. Her nightgown had

also been stained in the process. She glared at him, her anger evident. “This is all your fault. My

clothes are now stained. I can’t wear them anymore.”

Joseph chuckled softly, wearing an indifferent expression as he put on his pants. “Your hands are dirty

too. Can’t give them up, can you?”

“…Get lost!” exclaimed Chloe.

The next day, Chloe finally caught up on some sleep. She looked radiant and had a glowing

complexion. Having missed two consecutive work days, she felt a sense of worry and planned to go

there after finishing breakfast.

Joseph, dressed in a suit and standing tall, cast a brief indifferent glance at her. “Hospital check-up

today.”

Chloe was left speechless. ‘It’s already been two days, but he still remembers!’

Luckily, she had a backup plan. “I know. I’ve already made an appointment with the doctor. I’ll go on my

own.”

“Don’t you want me to accompany you?”

“It’s not necessary.”

Joseph’s penetrating gaze fixed on her. “Then, who’s going with you?”

“Em. She has a minor health issue, so we decided to go together.” As she spoke, she turned on her

phone and showed him her chat conversation with Emily. Joseph glanced through it briefly, his thin lips

pressing together as if he had something to say.

Just then, Lucas’ call came in.

“Sir, the hospital has confirmed the time for the amniocentesis. When will you be coming by?”

Joseph hesitated for a few seconds. “Right now.”

After the call ended, Chloe realized Joseph had something to attend to, and the suspense in her heart

dissipated. She deduced that he probably would not follow her to the hospital.

Sure enough, he drove her to the hospital, where she and Emily had appointments. As he watched

them enter the building, he turned the steering wheel, executed a U-turn, and drove

away.

Parking the car in the parking lot, Joseph proceeded toward the elevator. Just then, two nurses in

uniform engaged in casual conversation passed him.

“The new intern looks really young. He must be at least four or five years younger than us.”

“Three years at least. I do hope we get more interns like him. I love young and baby-faced

men!”

“What? You have no interest in older men?”

“Please. Who likes older men these days? They’re so greasy and full of themselves!”

“Don’t be ageist, okay?”

“Oh, I see. So you’re into older men?”

“I don’t like them. I love baby-faced guys, too, haha!”

“That’s right. Cougar romances are all the rage right now!”

Joseph’s face turned grim, and he interrupted their conversation. “At what age is a man considered an

older man?