Chapter 507

Chapter 507 Adding Fuel to the Fire

Chloe’s eyes turned red as she heard his response and a surge of emotions overwhelmed her. Tears

welled up in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks with a gentle pitter-patter sound. Her once radiant

and delicate face now resembled a rain-soaked lotus flower, evoking a sense of pity and melancholy.

Her appearance alone had the power to melt anyone’s heart.

Even if Joseph were to comply with her request, she knew deep down that she could not expect him to

call Hazel a piece of shit. All she wanted was a clear and unwavering stance from him. Frustration and

hurt surged within her, and she shouted at him, “Get out! I don’t want to see you anymore!”

How could Joseph dare to leave her? He was taken aback by Chloe’s outburst and tried to wipe away

her tears, feeling flustered and confused. “I didn’t hurt you or scold you. Why are you suddenly crying?”

Chloe forcefully pushed him away, her voice trembling with frustration. “You never stand up for me. You

took Hazel’s side. She’s probably your real wife, so go find her.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stand up for you. She’s just a piece of shit, okay?” Joseph sighed, but deep down, he

worried that such words would tarnish Chloe’s grace and demeanor.

“It’s too late for that!” Chloe exclaimed, her words laced with anguish. Without offering any further

explanation, she pushed him out of the house. Her tears flowed from her eyes like a broken string of

pearls, releasing all the pent-up unhappiness she had been carrying during this trying period.

Joseph had never encountered such a situation in his life. He raised the set of keys he was holding, but

then ultimately lowered them, a feeling of helplessness etched on his handsome

face.

‘Will that dumbo cry even more if I go back inside?’ he pondered, his heart tightening. He gazed at the

closed door for a moment, then made up his mind to turn around and look for

Nathan.

The autumn night in Aesper was desolate, contrasting with the lively and bustling atmosphere of the

bar, creating a stark contrast between the two worlds.

After hearing the entire story, Nathan burst into laughter. “Hahaha, so you spent the entire night taking

care of her and thought you were about to reconcile, but it all fell apart because of one sentence,” he

remarked.

Joseph’s face darkened, his gaze sharpening like a knife as he fixed his eyes on Nathan.” Enough with

the nonsense,” he retorted.

“Ahem, ahem…” Nathan cleared his throat nervously, quickly getting back on track. “Tell me,

what do you think of Hazel?”

“Nothing in particular.”

Three years ago, when Hazel came for an interview at the Whitman Group, Joseph noticed her

immediately because of her resemblance to Xavia. He had been in a relationship with Xavia for several

years, and though he did not love her, over time, he had inevitably developed some feelings for her.

Back then, he was unaware of Xavia’s true nature.

Hazel did not pass the interview but was given another chance when HR arranged for her to try a

different position. That was the extent of their interaction.

At this point in time, Joseph had a clear understanding of his own heart, and the only person he loved

was Chloe.

Nathan comforted him, “It’s simple. Just do what Chloe wants.”

Joseph furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“Send Hazel a text and tell her she’s a piece of shit.”

Joseph was taken aback, lost for words.

Nathan set down his beer glass. “Give me your phone. I’ll do it for you. Don’t drag this out.”

Joseph asked, “Isn’t there any other way?”

“There are alternatives, but this method is the simplest and most effective,” Nathan said earnestly,

locking eyes with Joseph. “Don’t tell me that Hazel actually brings Xavia to your mind and you’re

reluctant to do it.”

Joseph sneered. “I feel more disgusted than anything.”

“In that case, send the text.”

Joseph’s eyelid twitched violently. “Xavia is Xavia, and Hazel is Hazel. There’s no need to attribute

Xavia’s mistakes to Hazel.”

Nathan gave him a deep look. “No wonder Chloe is angry. I would be too if I were her.” Trying to reason

with an angry woman was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.