404 Why Did You Hook My Legs?
This time, Joseph was stunned.
Isabella pursed her lips. âI know that a womanâs appearance is important, so is her personality as well as many small details. A man will never settle down only because a girl is pretty. I am not good at pleasing you. Instead, I often make you angry. But now I want to make you happy. You are so handsome and rich, and numerous women like you. If I donât work hard, what if one day you are seduced away by a woman who will please you?â
Isabella paused and frowned slightly. âAlthough I donât like Lukas anymore, what if you leave me one day as he did back then? So you...â
During the talk, they went upstairs. Joseph followed behind Isabella. It was not hard to find Isabella was struggling and talking sadly. Taking two steps forward, Joseph pressed her against the wall and silenced her with a long kiss.
Isabella was a little surprised at first. She wanted to say that Joseph shouldnât act like a rogue here. But on second thought, she suppressed the idea. Instead of breaking free, she gently held Josephâs hand, accepting his demand for love.
Joseph used his tongue to gently stroke Isabellaâs lips. Isabella thought for a moment and reached out her tongue too. She then hugged Josephâs waist. As expected, she received a passionate response from Joseph. After thinking for a while, she wrapped her leg around Josephâs.
Joseph suddenly released her and laughed.
Isabella blushed. âWhy are you laughing? Whatâs wrong?â
âYou did this to please me? Why did you hook my leg?â
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Isabella touched her lips and puffed her cheeks. âDidnât I perform well? I took the initiative but you laughed! Iâm serious. Tell me what kind of state you like. Donât always tease me. I want to please you and donât want you to be stolen by others.â
Joseph immediately hugged Isabella again and gently pressed her against the wall. He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. âIsabella, listen up. I donât need you to please me.â
Isabella said nervously, âWhy? Is it because my way of currying a favor with you always makes you laugh? I can correct it!â
Joseph gently pressed Isabellaâs lips and said seriously, âNo. You have to know that if I like you, I will be impressed by all your tricks.â
Isabella looked at Joseph blankly, obviously not understanding what he was saying.
Joseph smiled and pinched Isabellaâs cheek, pressing his forehead against hers. âIf someone loves you, why do you need to curry favor? I like you very much. To me, your existence makes me happy... So, Isabella, I am officially telling you that you only need to be yourself. With me, you can be real.â
Isabella finally understood. Her eyes were watery and she couldnât help but hug Joseph, âJoseph, you are so nice...â
âI am not your stepfather, not those who treat you well only if you try hard and pretend to be obedient. I am your man, your future reliance, your husband, the closest person to you...â
Joseph kissed Isabellaâs forehead and said seriously, âAs long as we love each other deeply, everything will be okay. Isabella, in the future, you donât need to worry about others anymore. Be yourself, be happy, and live without pressure.â
Isabella could not help but start sobbing.
âYou started crying just because I said something nice. By the way, I am not sure what I like. But talking about what I donât like, I really donât like you crying.â
Joseph wiped Isabellaâs tears with a smile. He held her hand and transferred the topic, âAlright, donât mess up your makeup. Take me to your small room.â
Isabella wiped her tears away with a smile. âI wonât cry. Donât make fun of my room later.â
âIâll make a light joke.â
Isabella was speechless.
Isabellaâs room was in the small attic above the second floor.
The moment Joseph entered the door, he hit his head on the door frame. The sound was so loud that Isabellaâs legs went soft. âAre you alright?â she asked worriedly.
âMy head...â
Joseph covered his forehead and looked at the low room with poor lighting. He was extremely unhappy and instantly turned on his sharp-tongue mode. âDo you live in a dog house? Itâs low and the light sucks. Goldie lives in a better place than yours!â
Seeing how angry Joseph was, Isabella pursed her lips in a grievance, âYou said you wouldnât mock me. How can my room compare with your big bedroom? Your bed is almost bigger than my bedroom.â
âI was just joking with you.â Joseph rolled his eyes and lowered his head to enter the room.
Isabella rubbed Josephâs forehead and explained, âActually, itâs not bad. At least itâs mine. Before I moved here, I didnât even have one. I just made a bed myself and slept in the storeroom.â
Joseph paused. His eyes darkened. He felt so bad for her that he couldnât tell a joke.
Isabella smiled and said, âDonât look at me with such pitiful eyes. I think Iâm quite awesome. I depended on others to make a living and have suffered a lot, but I havenât been corrupted. Iâm an optimistic and cheerful good girl.â
Joseph caressed Isabellaâs face. âYes, you are a good girl. Letâs go, show me around.â
âSit down then. Let me show you my childhood photos.â
Isabella went to look for the photos. Joseph sat on the low bed and touched it.
It was a simple wooden bed. Any moves could make it crack. There was no mattress on the bed. Only a wooded board and bedding were on the bed, so it felt very hard.
The bed sheet was colorful, clean, and without a single wrinkle. However, the old-fashioned style made Joseph feel that it was too horrible to look at.
Then, there was a rabbit doll on the bed. The deep pink color had already been washed to the point that it was a little pale. However, it was clean and carried the sweet smell of laundry detergent. It was obvious that Isabella had put a lot of effort into it.
It was hard to believe Isabella lived here.
Carl had a high status in Peace City, and Smith Design continued to flourish. Not to mention anything else, just the independent two-story villa that Carl lived in was worth at least a few million, but no one would have thought that the young lady of this family lived in such a humble narrow attic.
The ventilation in the attic was poor. It was unknown whether it was because of the sudden repressed mood or of the low house that made Joseph feel a little stuffy in his chest. So he stood up and opened Isabellaâs wardrobe.
Unexpectedly, the clothes in the wardrobe were not bad. Just like when he saw her for the first time, he never thought that she was suffering.
However, Joseph soon thought of something and his eyes dimmed.