Chapter 68
meone hurt you Joseph’s weice was instantly filled with concem. “Sheila, have you been crying? What’s wrong? Did someone
Her voice was thick with tears. “Nono one burt me.
But Joseph clearly didn’t believe her. “Where are you right now? I’m coming to pick you up. Let’s go out for a bit.”
Sheila wiped her eves. “Joseph, don’t trouble yourself__”
His tone turned tim. “How is this trouble? I care about my junior; what’s wrong with that? Come on, send me your location. I don’t feel safe leaving you out
ng you out here
alone this late at night.”
Under his persistent urging. Sheila had no choice but to send him her location.
Less than 20 minutes later, a sleek silver–gray Porsche pulled up in front of her. Joseph quickly got out, striding over with a tissue in hand, his brows furrowed in
“Look at you, your eyes are all swollen from crying. And why are you wearing something so thin this late at night? Aren’t you cold? Come on, get in the car.”
Sheila let him guide her into the passenger seat.
Joseph took her to a bar.
After listening to her tearful story, his expression darkened with anger. His hands clenched into fists. “That bastard! How could be not cherish such an amazing woman?” he spat
Sheila kept her head down, letting silent tears fall
Joseph had sharp, well–defined features. Compared to Miguel, he lacked that ruthless, razor–sharp edge, but he carried a dignified presence, likely from growing up in a political family,
At this moment, his unwavering concern soothed her wounded pride, and deep down, she was touched.
She couldn’t help but compare them–the Castro family wasn’t much different from the Zucker family. Joseph and Miguel stood on equal footing, one in politics,
the other in business
he just couldn’t….
But in the end, her heart still belonged to Miguel. No matter how good Joseph was, shej
Joseph thoughtfully draped his jacket over Sheila’s shoulders and even swapped her ice–cold wine for a room–temperature one. The entire evening, be treated her
with nothing but care and attention.
Just then, his phone rang.
The moment he saw the caller ID, his posture straightened. He answered with uncharacteristic respect, histone filled with excitement.
“Hello, Mrs. Fulcher Senior! You finally called me. Does this mean you’re accepting my invitation?”
Whatever the person on the other end said made Joseph’s eyes light up with joy. “That’s fantastic! I’ll head over right now!
After hanging up, he noticed shrila watching him curiously, “joseph, who was that?” she asked.
She had seen him call his grandfather before, and even with someone of such high status, Joseph hadn’t been this respectful.
Whoever this caller was, they must be someone extraordinary.
Joseph explained, “My grandfather’s birthday banquet is next week I wanted to invite à high–profile guest, but they kept turning me down. Looks like they finally agreed.”
Then he glanced at her with slight guilt. “Sheila, I’m sorry, I can’t stay with you tonight. This person is incredibly important, and I need to go right away.”
Sheila quickly waved it off with a smile. “It’s fine, go ahead.”
Joseph hesitated. “At least let me call a cab for you.
Sheila shook her head, her voice soft and understanding. “No need. I have hands and feet, and I can get one myself. Just go, don’t worry about me.”
Natasha had only given Joseph half an hour to meet, so he didn’t have time to linger. He shot her an apologetic smile before hurrying off.
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The moment he left, Shella’s expression dimmed.
She had thought that after being mistreated by Miguel, Joseph would stay by her side. But in the end, even he left.
All those words about loving her? Lies.
