Chapter 466
Chapter 466 Older Men Are Greasy
Octavia erupted in anger. “I was simply chastising you, yet you’re humiliating me like this?”
“I didn’t humiliate you. I just responded in kind. Why are you so agitated?” Chloe’s eyes turned cold.
Octavia’s face darkened. “You’re climbing over me even before getting remarried. If you and Joseph
remarry, will you disrespect Harold too?”
“Disrespect him? Of course not,” Chloe quickly retorted, “I’ll honor and respect him with all my heart.”
Octavia’s face stiffened, unable to find aeback. She decided not to push the issue further and
instead directed her focus and energy toward Xavia. The person standing before her was unworthy of
her attention.
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After a sumptuous dinner, Chloe was ovee by an overwhelming drowsiness. Sympathetic to her
condition, Harold allowed her to head to bed early.
As she teetered on the brink of sleep, she faintly heard the door being pushed open. Recognizing
Joseph’s presence, she chose to ignore him and continued to drift off to sleep. However, he proved to
be less than honest, quietly removing his shoes and joining her in bed, enveloping her in his embrace.
A pleasant cold fragrance enveloped Chloe as she affectionately nuzzled against him, finding sce in
the warmth of his chest. Joseph tenderly kissed her cheek a few times and then fell
silent.
Though Chloe continued to feign indifference, her drowsiness waned. No matter how hard she
attempted to coax herself back to sleep, it eluded her grasp. She finally opened her eyes, only to be
met with Joseph’s prating gaze, his icy stare alternating with restrained desire.
Chloe was momentarily taken aback, her cheeks flushing with heat. “Why are you staring at me like
that?”
To her surprise, Joseph’srge hand slowly slid from her waist to her chest and firmly grasped
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“You’re exposed,” he said.
Chloe lowered her head. The low neckline of her nightgown,bined with her sideways position, had
resulted in a rather provocative scene. Feeling the heat rising, she attempted to push his hand away.
“Stop it. Let go.”
Joseph remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on her nightgown, his fingertips tingling with the desire to rip
it apart. He yearned to see her body fully exposed before him, devoid of any
clothing. His longing had grown overwhelming, heightened by the prolonged absence of physical
intimacy.
Chloe’s entire being was aze, and she averted her gaze in difort. “You promised you wouldn’t
force me.”
“I haven’t done anything.” Joseph grasped her hand and guided it downward. He urged her in. a hoarse
voice tinged with roughness as if it had been scraped against sandpaper, “Come on…. Give me a
hand?”
Chloe felt his bulge, and her earlobes flushed crimson. “You shameless bastard!”
‘How many times has this happened already?’
The drawn curtains blocked out the moonlight and the bedroom’s only source of light was a bedside
lamp that cast a subdued glow. Joseph’s handsomeness was undeniable. Even with her nightgown
lifted and his hand firmly grasping her clean skin, urging her immodestly, his countenance still radiated
an indescribable nobility.
Chloe’s cheeks flushed crimson, and her wrists began to ache.
“Hey, brat. Mr. Desmond is about to leave. Aren’t you going toe down and bid him farewell?”
Harold’s voice suddenly echoed from outside the door, causing Chloe to panic. In her nervousness, she
unintentionally exerted more pressure.
Joseph let out a pained groan, and in a vengeful response, he tightened his grip even further as a form
of retaliatory punishment. Chloe’s emotions swirled between embarrassment and anger. She attempted
to sit up, but he firmly held her down in ce. Then, he pressed himself against her, capturing her lips
in a kiss.
Harold called out once more. Then, assuming Joseph had already fallen asleep, he went downstairs to
see Mr. Desmond off.
After the ordeal, Chloe felt utterly drained and too fatigued to even raise her hand. Her nightgown had
also been stained in the process. She red at him, her anger evident. “This is all your fault. My
clothes are now stained. I can’t wear them anymore.”
Joseph chuckled softly, wearing an indifferent expression as he put on his pants. “Your hands are dirty
too. Can’t give them up, can you?”
“…Get lost!” eximed Chloe.
The next day, Chloe finally caught up on some sleep. She looked radiant and had a glowing
complexion. Having missed two consecutive work days, she felt a sense of worry and nned to go
there after finishing breakfast.
Joseph, dressed in a suit and standing tall, cast a brief indifferent nce at her. “Hospital check-up
today.”
Chloe was left speechless. ‘It’s already been two days, but he still remembers!’
Luckily, she had a backup n. “I know. I’ve already made an appointment with the doctor. I’ll go on my
own.”
“Don’t you want me to apany you?”
“It’s not necessary.”
Joseph’s prating gaze fixed on her. “Then, who’s going with you?”
“Em. She has a minor health issue, so we decided to go together.” As she spoke, she turned on her
phone and showed him her chat conversation with Emily. Joseph nced through it briefly, his thin lips
pressing together as if he had something to say.
Just then, Lucas’ call came in.
“Sir, the hospital has confirmed the time for the amniocentesis. When will you being by?”
Joseph hesitated for a few seconds. “Right now.”
After the call ended, Chloe realized Joseph had something to attend to, and the suspense in her heart
dissipated. She deduced that he probably would not follow her to the hospital.
Sure enough, he drove her to the hospital, where she and Emily had appointments. As he watched
them enter the building, he turned the steering wheel, executed a U-turn, and drove
away.
Parking the car in the parking lot, Joseph proceeded toward the elevator. Just then, two nurses in
uniform engaged in casual conversation passed him.
“The new intern looks really young. He must be at least four or five years younger than us.”
“Three years at least. I do hope we get more interns like him. I love young and baby-faced
men!”
“What? You have no interest in older men?”
“Please. Who likes older men these days? They’re so greasy and full of themselves!”
“Don’t be ageist, okay?”
“Oh, I see. So you’re into older men?”
“I don’t like them. I love baby-faced guys, too, haha!”
“That’s right. Cougar romances are all the rage right now!”
Joseph’s face turned grim, and he interrupted their conversation. “At what age is a man considered an
older man?