Chapter 237


    Chapter 237 Joseph Felt an Inexplicable Sense of Satisfaction


    After receiving a stern reprimand from Harold, Preston emerged from the room wearing a


    crestfallen expression, his lips sealed in silence.


    Jonathan quickly approached Preston, eagerly inquiring about the oue. “Father, how did it go? Did


    Grandfather make any mention of expelling that woman?”


    With an air of self-satisfaction, Octavia chimed in, “That’s right, honey. At his age, he surely wouldn’t


    lose sight of what’s important, right?”


    “Ahem!” Before Preston could speak, Harold descended from upstairs. His eyes, clouded yet piercing,


    resonated with authority as he asked, “Have I ever lost sight of what’s important?” Octavia chuckled


    awkwardly. “Dad, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t say anything…”


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    Under Harold’s intimidating presence, Preston took a deep breath and announced, “From now on,


    Chloe is a member of our family.”


    Jonathan was stunned. He did not know what kind of magic Chloe had cast on Harold to make him so


    protective of her. Unwilling to ept it, he questioned, “Grandpa, if you can embrace Chloe as family,


    why did you reject Xavia back then?”


    “Xavia?” Harold scoffed dismissively. “She’s merely a cog in the entertainment machine. What makes


    you think she’s deserving of joining our family?”


    “Xavia is an artist and a renowned actress, not just-”


    “Only dim-witted people like you could be deceived by her. Now, go amuse yourself somewhere else


    and stop bothering me,” Harold said, clearly displeased whenever Xavia’s name was brought up. He


    had no interest in engaging with Jonathan and decided to join a group of old friends for a card game.


    Joseph’s heart burned with dissatisfaction. “Dad, Grandpa is being biased. He favors my cousin and


    pays me no heed.”


    Preston cast a scornful nce at him. “It’s simply because you fail to meet his expectations. You don’t


    have a sessful career or a wife.”


    Jonathan grumbled, “What’s so difficult about getting a wife? Who knows, maybe the first great-


    grandchild of the Whitmans will be my child…”


    At night, Joseph and Chloe chose to spend the night at the family home.


    -They retired to their room.


    After finishing her shower, Chloe emerged from the bathroom and noticed Joseph engrossed in his


    work. He was dressed in a navy blue pajama, slovenly leaning against the headboard. His slender


    fingers rhythmically tapped on the keyboard, and the sharp angles of his profile


    resembled a masterpiece sculpted by the heavens,


    Blushing slightly, Chloe hesitated. “Um, where am I supposed to sleep?”


    Joseph raised his gaze, disying a mix of arrogance and nonchnce as he looked at her.”


    There’s only one bed, so what do you think?”


    “Well, since there’s only one bed, we’ll have to make do and share it for the night,” she said, her tone


    reluctantly epting.


    But despite her reluctance, she wasted no time climbing onto the bed. After all, they were already


    together, and she had no intention of sleeping on the floor.


    A twitch formed at the corner of Joseph’s mouth as he saw through her intentions. It made him


    question himself-was he really seen as so indifferent in her eyes?


    Initially feeling a bit uneasy, Chloe’s exhaustion quickly overcame her, and she drifted off to sleep. It


    was two hourster when Joseph finished replying to his emails. He set aside hisptop and rubbed his


    temples, casting his gaze toward the peacefully sleeping Chloe by his side. Her flowy t shirt hung


    loosely on her body, and a few strands of her hair partially covered her face. Her sleeping posture was


    not particrly graceful, yet she exuded a carefree and somewhat amusing charm.


    A barely perceptible smile tugged the corner of Joseph’s lips as he reached out to tuck a stray lock of


    her hair behind her ear. With gentle and deliberate movements, he opened his arms and embraced her,


    drawing her close.


    The faint scent of her body mingled in his nostrils, evoking an inexplicable sense of contentment in him.


    Nestling his face into the curve of her neck, the softness of her skin seemed to possess a magical


    quality, relieving him of the day’s weariness.


    They slept deeply through the night. They were oblivious to the passing time, and as a result, missed


    breakfast the next morning.


    Chloe gradually awoke from her slumber, her body feeling rxed and rejuvenated. Stretchingzily,


    her fingers inadvertently brushed against the person beside her.