My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess -
Chapter 127
A Layer of Frost
From his movements, he was trying to press Lucille's head down and
force her to apologize to Zoey.
What a b*stard.
Who did he think he was?
Lucille did not move. Her gaze was covered in a layer of frost.
She was willing to bet that the moment Samuel touched her, she would not hesitate to kick him in the crotch. She would bless him by making sure he would never be able to have any children. However, just as Samuel's hand was about to come into contact with Lucille's shoulder, a stone came flying from nowhere and hit the back of Samuel's hand.
The force contained within the stone was odd. It hit his tendons accurately.
Samuel was caught off guard and subconsciously retreated, but it was still too late. The back of his hand went numb.
"Who? Who is it?"
Samuel was in so much pain that his face turned pale. He looked around to look for the person who threw the stone. Sensing something, Lucille turned around and looked over as well.
Under the shade of a nearby tree, a tall and slender figure was slowly walking over.
Obviously, it was Joseph.
Continuous gasps could be heard throughout the sports field.
Mr. Joseph!
It was really him!
Joseph had a subtle grin on his face. Casually, he said, "I threw it. Do you
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have a problem?"
Samuel's face instantly turned ashen.
"What is the meaning of this, Mr. Joseph? I don't think I've provoked you," he stated.
"If my ears serve me right, you seem to have tried to force my wife to apologize to someone just now, Mr. Gilbert," Joseph replied.
Then, he suddenly let out a quiet chuckle. He looked at Zoey, who was sitting on the ground, and asked, "Isn't that so, Miss Johnson?"
At first glance, there was a gentle look in his eyes, but when one looked again, his gaze was cold as ice. There was a chilling atmosphere around him.
Zoey was scared out of her wits. She bit her lips, looking wronged, and shook her head. "No, Mr. Joseph. Just now... It was just a
misunderstanding."
"Since it's a misunderstanding
The smile on Joseph's face suddenly
disappeared, and his tone suddenly became heavier. "Aren't you going to apologize?"
His aura was so strong that everyone around him shivered.
Even Samuel was no exception.
The lackeys, whose faces were swollen and bruised, looked at each other in dismay. Then, they quickly bowed and apologized to Lucille. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We were wrong. We won't do this again in the future." After saying that, they saw that Joseph looked relatively satisfied. They looked at each other and then quickly ran away.
Jenny panicked. Earlier, in an attempt to provoke Lucille, she had said that Joseph didn't have much time left. She had no idea if he had heard her. If he did, she wasn't sure if she would be able to live until the next day... Just as she was feeling frightened, she saw Joseph's cold gaze fall on her.
"You don't have to apologize, Miss Zanes," he said.
Hearing that, Jenny's face lit up and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Mr. Joseph!"
It seemed that he was still considerate toward the Zanes family.
Thinking of that, Jenny cast a smug glance at Lucille and was about to leave happily. However, as soon as she took a step forward, she heard. Joseph speaking with a mysterious grin on his face. "Don't bother apologizing. Just kneel."
His voice was still low and pleasant, but there was no warmth in it at all.
Jenny almost thought that she had misheard. She couldn't help but widen her eyes and ask, "I-Is there a mistake, Mr. Joseph?"
She was Jenny!
Jenny, the daughter of the Zanes family!
For her to kneel down to Lucille, wouldn't that be a public slap to the Zanes family's face?
Joseph smirked. There was a hint of cruelty in his tenderness as he asked, "Will you do it yourself, or shall I help you?"
His words were just like what Lucille had said earlier. Would Jenny lie down herself, or did she want Lucille to help her? Act Fast: Free Bonus Time is Running Out!
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