After recovering from that burst of strength, Vivian returned to the living room to find jos’ medicine. She was worried that jos might have a fever at night, so she took some anti-inmmatory and cold medicine upstairs.


    Simpson and Festus had already settled jos. jos, mustering his strength, was exining something to them until Vivian came in, at which point the three stopped talking.


    It was already veryte, having been restless all night, Simpson and Festus were exhausted. Vivian arranged for them to stay in the guest room and had Mare take them to rest.


    Simpson naturally found his way, while Festus thanked Vivian before following behind Mare to leave.


    “It seems like you are very interested in my men.” josy on the bed, his expression unable to convey whether he was happy or not.


    “I haven’t met him,” Vivian timely expressed her curiosity about strangers.


    “There will be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future,” jos said.


    Vivian poured him a ss of water and ced it on his bedside table, “You should rest.”


    “And you should rest too,” jos raised his hand to touch Vivian’s face. Vivian leaned down so that his hand could touch her.


    jos’ rough fingertips slid over the bruise under her eye, frowning, he said, “Have you not been sleeping well these days?”


    “I’ve been having nightmares,” Vivian sighed, moving to the other side of the bed, lying down facing jos. “I always dream about Luzia.”


    “Poor Luzia. Joseph constantly abuses and humiliates her in my dreams, she is about to die.”


    This topic made jos irritable. He endured the pain in his abdomen, turned over, andy face to face with Vivian, “I thought we had agreed not to discuss this matter anymore.”


    “I’m sorry, I can’t help my dreams,” Vivian said.


    “You need to forget about this, Vivian. You can’t change it,” jos sighed, looking at Vivian’s distressed expression, unsure whether to be angry or feel sorry for her, “You need to learn to forget things that make you unhappy. You remember too much, and it will only make you more unhappy.”


    “I think you’re right,” Vivian rested her forehead on jos’ shoulder. His body temperature was slightly higher than hers, which made her feel warm and reassured. But Vivian dared not lean too close, fearing she might touch his wound.


    It’s hard to imagine such serious gunshot wounds on jos. Yet, in fact, on his well-built body, there were knife wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, at least seven or eight scars that Vivian could see.


    But jos is a Capo, he should have many people protecting him.


    “Are you okay?” Vivian asked.


    jos opened his eyes in the darkness. The curtains in the bedroom were not drawn, and tonight was a full moon, its cold and bright light quietly falling into the bedroom, allowing jos to count his wife’s long and curly eyshes just by opening his eyes.


    “I’m fine,” jos replied.


    “Are you in trouble?”


    “Don’t inquire about my business, Vivian.”


    Vivian pouted unhappily, “I’m worried about you.”


    “All you need to know is that I’m fine, that’s all.”


    “Fine,” jos’ tone was firm, leaving Vivian feeling defeated, “How’s my brother? Is Vilem okay?”


    jos patiently answered her question, “He’s fine too, don’t worry.”


    Vivian nodded drowsily. She heard jos say softly, “Goodnight.”


    Vivian also wanted to say “goodnight” to him, but before she could, her consciousness blurred.


    This was the first time Vivian woke up in jos’ arms; it was so warm that she was reluctant to open her eyes.


    She felt a soft touch and moisture on her forehead. She drowsily opened her eyes, and the bright sunlight in the bedroom made her somewhat ufortable.


    She seemed to hear jos’ suppressedughter, tinged with theziness of just waking up.


    Vivian rubbed her eyes and looked at jos; the distance was too close! It was at this moment that Vivian realized she was lying in jos’ arms.


    Vivian was startled. What if she touched jos’ wound?


    Vivian moved back a little and looked down to check jos’ wound.


    Thankfully, the bandages were pristine, with no signs of bleeding.


    “I’m sorry,” Vivian apologized to jos, “I don’t know why I sleep so poorly.”


    However, jos’ embrace was truly warm.


    Vivian was reluctant to leave.


    “Why apologize?” jos rested one arm under his head, keeping his side position.


    “You’re injured, getting close to you might worsen your condition,” Vivian pped her own face, trying to wake herself up a bit. “Good morning, jos, do you need some water?”


    “Good morning,” jos said, “I want to kiss you.”


    Vivian felt her face burning. She dared not look directly into jos’ eyes; the heat in them might scorch her. “You haven’t answered my question.”


    “I can pour it myself.”


    “No, you’re injured. It’s better if you don’t move around,” Vivian quickly got out of bed. She wanted to fetch a ss of water, using it as an excuse to escape jos’ fiery gaze.


    “Don’t think of me as too fragile, Vivian,” jos followed behind her, his intense desire-filled gaze never leaving her.


    Vivian turned her back to him, feeling her back heating up. She knew her face must be bright red.


    “You should drink some water,” Vivian handed him the ss, “Luckily, there’s no infection, so you’re doing well.”


    jos drank the water, moistening his dry lips.


    He licked his lips, then reached for Vivian’s waist. “I want to kiss you.”


    Forced to look into his eyes, Vivian felt the growing intensity of his desire, seemingly endless. His arm around her waist was strong and firm, lifting her slightly. Vivian had to stand on her tiptoes, watching jos’ approaching face.


    jos lifted her chin and kissed her.


    They exchanged a passionate kiss, the sound of their heavy breathing echoing in the quiet bedroom, making it embarrassing to hear. Vivian was almost breathless.


    Only when jos had his fill of her lips, did Vivian finally get some fresh air. She copsed onto jos, breathing heavily, feeling a burning hardness against her waist.


    Vivian stiffened.


    She knew what it was.


    Thankfully, jos still had his senses and released Vivian in time. However, his long-contained desire remained rigidly pressing against her. Vivian felt scared.


    “Don’t move,” jos stopped Vivian’s struggle.


    Vivian seemed to hear jos’ pained voice. She nestled into jos’ embrace, letting his warm, rough breath sweep over her ears. She wanted to hide, but was afraid that doing so would only ignite more desire in jos.


    Eventually, jos took her hand and slowly guided it towards the hot and stiff bulge between his thighs.


    Vivian froze, her face and neck quickly turning red.


    “Vivian, help me,” jos’ hoarse voice sounded in her ear.


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    Her soft hand finally wrapped around that thick, hard object. It was difficult for Vivian to hold onto, as jos guided her in an awkward, stuttering motion, her pale wrist colliding with the man’s pelvis, making an ambiguous “smack” sound. Vivian dared not listen or look, burying her head into jos’ embrace.