Chapter 308
Chapter 308 A Little Boost for You
Joseph’s face showed a hint of unease as he turned his head and reached for a change of clothes.
“While you’re at it, make some snacks for the two dogs. If you can bring them back everything on your
own, I’m toozy to go with you.”
“Snacks for the dogs?” Chloe shook her head, earnestly calcting the items that needed to be
purchased. “It’d be better if you came with me. I can’t carry everything myself.”
Just to cater to the culinary preferences of a certain someone, Chloe had to buy ingredients for two
days, ensuring that each meal consisted of at least six different dishes without repeating ingredients.
On top of that, there were chicken breasts and big bones required to prepare special snacks for the
dogs. The shopping list was extensive, and it was clear that even the use of tworge bags would be
insufficient to hold everything.
Joseph casually smoothed down the wrinkles on his clothes, his expression disying a hint of
annoyance. “Ugh, you’re so troublesome.”
Chloe had initially nned to visit the nearby wet market, but Joseph insisted on driving her to H
Mart instead. The store was known for its exclusive imported products, and the prices reflected their
premium quality, with even a small bundle of ten strawberries costing over 30 dors. Knowing that
Joseph would foot the bill, she refrained frommenting.
At H Mart, not only did the selection of ingredients change every half day, but the store also had
dedicated staff members stationed in front of each shelf. These attentive individuals resembled elevator
attendants, poised to assist customers by personally retrieving their desired items and cing them
directly into their shopping carts. It was a level of service that left customers feeling pampered and
catered to, without absolutely no need to lift a finger. Chloe carefully selected a cart full of ingredients,
ensuring they had everything they needed. As they made their way to the checkout counter, the
supermarket manager came up and inquired about their satisfaction with the establishment’s services.
Chloe nodded, inwardly noting that with the high prices they were paying, the least they could expect
was excellent service. After all, a business charging premium prices should know how to meet
customer expectations.
“I’m d to hear that. At H, we strive to earn the approval of our customers. You two must be a
married couple, right? We often have household helpersing for groceries as customers. You must
be very affectionate with each other,” the managermented.
In affluent households, daily affairs were typically managed by dedicated servants, and the
homeowners themselves would frequent establishments like H to immerse themselves in a certain
ambiance and experience the essence of life.
Joseph, typically a man of few words, unexpectedly retorted, “Our affection has faded. She no longer
has feelings for me. We’re having our final dinner together.”
Chloe’s mind raced with confusion. “The f*ck?’ she thought, ‘He didn’t have enough drama at the cafe
last time and is now continuing it here?’
The manager’s expression shifted to one of surprise and confusion. “Oh dear, you two look so good
together. You’re practically a match made in heaven.”
A faint smirk yed on Joseph’s lips, which was quickly subdued. “Is that so? Unfortunately,
our time together ising to an end very soon.”
The manager, sensing Joseph’s reluctance, earnestly advised Chloe, “Madam, major decisions. in life
must be carefully considered. Every rtionship that leads to marriage is hard-won.”
“Can I reload my card here?” Chloe asked.
The manager replied, “Certainly, pleasee this way.”
Chloe proceeded to utilize Joseph’s card to top up 15 thousand dors. The manager then offered
advice againstpromising herself for someone she had no affection for and urging her to leave if
necessary. Chloe had always been aware of the power of money, but this was the first time she used
money that was not her own to p someone across the face, and it felt oddly satisfying.
On their journey back, Joseph maintained a stoic silence, his countenance stern and unyielding. Chloe,
sensing the icy barrier between them, hesitated to break the silence, fearing the frigid response that
might await her.
Upon reaching the vi, Joseph shouldered the burden of the groceries and exited the car. However,
halfway to their destination, he abruptly turned his head and locked his gaze with hers. His voice
carried a weight of confession as he uttered, “That night with Xavia, I was drugged. She brought me
drinks, and under the influence of the substances, I wasn’t in control of my actions and had intimate
rtions with her.”
To be honest, that night held no significant meaning for him. In the haze of drug-induced confusion, he
faintly recalled engaging in forceful acts with a woman, but the details remained elusive. If ending
things amicably was what Chloe desired, he was prepared to be the one to offer an apology.
Chloe’s eyes dropped, her tone void of any discernible emotion as she asked, “Have you identified the
person who drugged you?”
“No.”
With the constant influx of people at Graceville Estate and the broken surveince equipment,
conducting a thorough investigation had proven to be a challenging endeavor.
“Why should I trust you? All cheaters use the same tired excuse. Wouldn’t the world be a harmonious
ce if I just believed you and turned a blind eye?” Chloe retorted, her tone filled with skepticism.
“Is there a need for me to justify cheating?” Joseph had wanted to diffuse the tension between them.
But faced with mockery, his eyes immediately darkened, an underlying storm brewing within his gaze.
Chloe unyieldingly met his gaze. “Evidence is necessary for any im.”
“Is this the extent of your trust in me?”
She smiled wryly. “Compared to your baseless suspicions of me and Icarus having an illicit rtionship,
you and Xavia are the ones with concrete evidence.”
The acknowledgment of this fact from both sides lingered in the air, adding to the weight of their
confrontation.
Joseph gritted his teeth. “Icarus has ulterior motives toward you!”
“But we haven’t slept together.” Chloe finished speaking and walked toward the kitchen, deep in
thought. She started preparing a tray of oyster shooters for Joseph.
Even though he maintained good health habits, engaging in intimate encounters with two women in a
single night was undoubtedly physically demanding, especially considering his age. Certain aspects
needed replenishing.
Chloe admitted that she was a bit promiscuous, but the mere thought of Joseph spending the night with
her and then going to Xavia’s bed made her stomach churn, filling her with a nauseating sensation.
In recent days, she had avoided dwelling on that particr night, pushing it to the recesses of her mind.
But now that Joseph had brought it up, his condescending tone and dismissive attitude toward what
seemed like a mere misunderstanding infuriated her.
As Chloe worked in the kitchen, her anger simmered, causing her hands to tremble with frustration.
She struggled to maintainposure, but her efforts were in vain. Having been through two
rtionships in which her partners cheated on her, Chloe could not help but see the world as a grand
farce that was filled with hypocrisy and deceit.
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Joseph’s gaze fixed upon the tray of oyster shooters before him. His grip on the tray tightened, causing
his knuckles to turn pale. He questioned with intensity, “What’s the meaning behind this?”
Chloe maintained her innocent smile, her gaze meeting his with a touch of mischief. “Just a little boost
for you.”
‘Boost?’
Joseph’s captivating eyes bore into hers, his smile widening, showcasing his pristine teeth. With a
deliberate motion, he raised two shot sses filled with oysters, tilted his head back, and downed them
in one swift gulp.
Chloe’s mind raced with a “whoosh”, trying to grasp the sudden shift in Joseph’s demeanor. When did
this insolent man transform into someone sopliant? Her thoughts spun in confusion, struggling to
make sense of the situation. Before she could react, her world turned topsy-turvy as Joseph effortlessly
hoisted her over his shoulder, striding purposefully toward the bedroom.