Chapter 69
My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
It was only natural that those who werenât in the know wouldnât understand the intricacy of it all. To Master Walton, however, Lucilleâs work was delicate, risky, yet ingenious. It wasnât luck, but genuinely shocking skill. âI donât have time to talk right now. I need to go see my mentor.â
Master Walton ran out in a hurry.
Culver stood where he was. He was about to persuade him to stay when Joseph, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
âAre you awake, Mr. Joseph?â
Culver approached him excitedly. It was really amazing. Whenever Josephâs illness acted up in the past, he would always be unconscious for at least a day before he woke up. That day, however, he was only unconscious for around 20 minutes.
It was unbelievable!
The moment he woke up, a cold light flashed across his dark, deep eyes. The icy glare was like that of a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath. There was a kind of unstoppable and burning light in his eyes. Immediately after that, however, his sharpness gradually faded away.
He went back to being nonchalant and casual as usual.
Culver was rather upset by that.
In the past, Joseph was proud and noble. He was like a blinding sun, and nobody dared to look directly at him.
However, ever since he got injured that year, he could only stay in seclusion. His body had not fully recovered. and he could not even stay in the cold for too longâ¦
Culver sighed a bit, and then carefully asked, âDo you still feel unwell, Mr. Joseph?â
Josephâs eyes were clear. He got up from the bed and asked, âHow long did I sleep?â
â25 minutes in total.â
Only 25 minutes?
Joseph raised his eyebrows. âIt seems that Master Waltonâs medical skills have improved a lot.â
âMr. Josephâ¦â
Culver hesitated for a few seconds. In the end, he didnât dare to hide it and he chose to answer honestly. âIt wasnât Master Walton this time. I-It was Mrs. Collins.â
Joseph was stunned.
After listening to Culverâs story about what happened while he was unconscious, Joseph couldnât help but smirk. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, which felt like a spring breeze.
âLooks like Iâve found a real treasure.â
Meanwhile, in the Jules Residenceâ¦
Master Walton was invited in and sat in the living room.
When Madam Dahlia served him tea and water, she was respectful and even a little nervous. âPlease, help yourself.â
After all, he was famously skilled in Shein City. Many people wanted to be on good terms with him.
In particular, Master Walton was a registered professor in Lucilleâs school. If Master Walton were to accept Lucille as his disciple, then no matter what happened in the future, others would not dare to push their luck, all for the sake of Master Walton.
With that in mind, Madam Dahlia wanted to put in a good word for Lucille. She considered her words and cautiously stated, âPlease stay seated, Master Walton. Miss Jules will be here soon. She wants to leave a good impression on you, so she has to get herself together before coming to see you.â
A few minutes ago, Lucille came back and went upstairs. She had only told Madam Dahlia that if any guests showed up, she could invite them in.
At the time, Madam Dahlia was still overwhelmed by the good news of Lucille returning from the detention center safe and sound. Thus, she didnât think about who would come to visit the Jules Residence.
She didnât expect that a guest would really show up in less than five minutes, not to mention that it was the one and only Master Walton.
Master Walton tidied up his clothes and kindly replied, âNo hurry. Miss Jules can take her time. Iâll wait as long as she wants.â
Madam Dahlia thought she had misheard.
Were their positions⦠reversed?
Why did Master Walton seem like he was the more nervous one there?