My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 154

His Trap

Lucille blinked and stuffed the red cloth back into Joseph's

hands without hesitation. "Then I won't look at it."

She couldn't fall into his trap because of her curiosity.

Joseph chuckled and muttered, "Let's go."

The two of them walked back along the path they came from.

The moonlight was paper thin, casting its glow over the small village.

Lucille mindlessly enjoyed the scenery around her. Suddenly, she saw Joseph pointing somewhere. The man's deep and pleasant voice was full of ridicule as he asked her, "Don't you think that looks like you, Bobo?" "What?"

Lucille looked in the direction Joseph was gesturing toward and saw two beautiful and cute white geese standing in the

corner.

The two big, white geese were practically moving in tandem. Their feathers were white and spotless. Their slender necks were slightly bent. As she and Joseph stared at them, the two big white geese suddenly lowered their necks and began. charging toward them clumsily and violently.

Lucille knew that something was wrong. She tugged at Joseph and began running.

The two white geese were chasing after them.

After running far away, the two geese stopped chasing them. They stood in the middle of the road with their necks raised proudly in contempt.

Lucille heaved a long sigh of relief.

Joseph raised an eyebrow and curiously questioned, "What's wrong? Do they bite people?"

"Yeah, it really hurts. When I was a child, I was chased by one for almost 200 meters. I almost-" Lucille suddenly stopped

talking.

She had gone too far tonight. She shouldn't even have said

that.

If she said too much, it was hard to guarantee that it would not make Joseph suspicious.

"What did you almost do?" he asked.

Lucille yawned and subtly changed the subject. "It's getting late. We should go rest."

After that, she took the initiative to step into Madam Grant's courtyard and then went into the bathroom to wash up.

Once she was done, Lucille went upstairs and walked back to her bedroom, only to find that her bed was occupied by

someone.

Lucille reminded him, "This is my room, Mr. Joseph. Your room is next door."

Madam Grant cleaned up the room next door in the afternoon. Not only was the floor clean, but all the items inside, including the big bed, were newly bought by Culver based on Joseph's taste. Everything was expensive. Wasn't it more comfortable than her small wooden bed?

Joseph remained where he was. He propped his head up with one hand and held a book in the other. His posture was as

carefree as it could be.

"I like this bed."

"This place isn't suitable for you." Lucille was telling the truth. The shabby room and narrow bed were completely

incompatible with the noble and arrogant man.

However, Joseph had no intention of moving at all. When he saw that Lucille remained frozen in place, he raised an eyebrow and said with a faint smile, "You can squeeze in if you want, Bobo." After that, he moved to the side of the wooden bed.

It was a silent invitation.

Lucille rolled her eyes and walked to the side to pack up her things. She hadn't brought much with her, so she packed them

up in one go.

She carried her backpack and walked out. When she reached the door, she looked back at Joseph.

The warm yellow light shone on the man's face, making his cold eyes a little softer. His jawline was smooth and perfect, and his facial features were perfectly sculpted. He looked like someone straight out of a painting.

Sensing her gaze, Joseph raised his head from the book and smiled softly. "Good night."

"Good night."

Lucille closed the door for him and went to the room next door.

The room had been redecorated. The bed was 1.8 meters

wide, the mattress was custom-made, and the quilt was real silk. It was as comfortable as it could be.

Lucille raised an eyebrow.

The truth was that he had probably left that room for her to

use.

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