Chapter 337
A Sigh of Relief
A Sigh of Relief
She probably believed her, right?
Lucille had just heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Madam Collins pat her hand. With a pained expression on her face, Madam Collins said, "What a silly child. Even when you've suffered, you still try to take the blame. Don't worry. When Joseph comes back, I'll help you vent your anger!"
It seemed the misunderstanding had only grown worse.
Lucille was stunned.
Coincidentally, Joseph came back.
Obviously, he had heard Madam Collins's words. He looked at Lucille with a faint smile and then said to Madam Collins, "Grandma, it's my fault. I made my wife angry."
The way he called her wife was blush-inducing.
Lucille focused on playing with the kitten on the sofa and pretended not to hear it.
Madam Collins snorted twice, satisfied with his attitude as he apologized. She did not continue to hold it against him and only said, "Remember, your wife exists for you to cherish her."
"Don't worry, Grandma." Joseph obediently agreed.
Amusement flashed across his eyes. "She's my wife. Of course, I cherish her."
Madam Collins nodded and let go of her worries.
However, there was another problem.
She asked, "When will you get your marriage certificate and hold the wedding?"
Lucille had always dodged that question with the excuse that she had yet to complete her studies. Now that Madam Collins had brought it up again, she did not know if the previous excuse would work.
She tugged at the kitten's smooth paws, She was about to change the subject when Joseph chuckled and replied, "It's about time we schedule it. What do you think, Bobo?"
Lucille was speechless.
She froze up. Before she could say anything, she heard Madam Collins say with a grin, "You two should get your marriage certificate first. As for the wedding, let's wait until you're ready. That way, if you two ever have a child one day, you won't have to bother with all this." She was thinking a little too far into the future.
Lucille glanced at Joseph and shot him a look.
Before she could lose her temper, Joseph finally stopped teasing her. He said to Madam Collins, "Don't worry, Grandma. You'll get to see your great-grandson
soon."
That made Madam Collins smile. In the end, though, it was their choice. It wasn't appropriate for her to intervene, so she could only nod and agree.
After having lunch with them, Madam Collins left the Jules Residence.noveldrama
Only then did Lucille let out the breath she had been holding.
That night...
The lights in a bedroom on the second floor of the Gilbert family were on, which proved that the person inside was still awake. Samuel tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. His mind was filled with the scene of him confronting Lucille at school that day. Why did he suddenly have an impulse to kiss her at the time?
Had he gone insane?
Lucille was such an arrogant and unreasonable woman, not to mention how reckless she was. He was supposed to hate her. Samuel turned over and sat up. He looked down at his pants, and his face turned gloomy before it flushed red. "D*mn it!" He cursed and got up to go to the bathroom. After the shower, Samuel made a video call to Zoey.
He wanted to hear her voice or see her sweet, moving smile so that he could get rid of the thoughts in his mind.
However, when she picked up, he saw that Zoey was in a low mood, with red eyes as she cried.
Samuel lost interest in an instant.
Video Call
Video Call
To be honest, men liked women who seemed like they wanted someone to protect them. He had to admit that Zoey looking so pitiful did stir up his heart.
However, no matter how beautiful she was, one would find it annoying after looking at her for a long time.
Samuel casually comforted Zoey and came up with an excuse to hang up the video call.
Those suppressed thoughts came back again.
D*mn it!
Samuel even began to wonder if Lucille, that despicable woman, had poisoned him. Why did he have the urge to conquer her as soon as he thought of what had happened that day? Crazy. He must have lost his mind.
Samuel turned off the light and forced himself to close his eyes.
The next day...