Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 246

Chapter 246 My Wife

Deborah couldn’t think of any reason to refuse Joseph again.

They have come so far, walking through all these years, reaching this day, arriving at this very moment,

and it has all naturally fallen into place.

She just felt regretful that she couldn’t give her whole self to him.

Her face flushed, she didn’t want to say more.

She responded softly, “Mhm.

For a brief moment, Joseph was taken aback, thinking he had experienced an illusion.

He lowered his gaze to look at her, using the faint night light and moonlight to peer

into her eyes.

It wasn’t until he was certain that she truly wasn’t resisting, nor was she forcing herself

to accept.

His hand tightened around her waist, unable to restrain himself any longer. He lifted her horizontally

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The night grew darker, and gradually, the moonlight became brighter.

Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an enchanting glow

over the room.

Deborah didn’t know when she had fallen asleep.

When I woke up, it was already the next afternoon.

The curtains were drawn, blocking out the sunlight from outside.

The light in the bedroom wasn’t very strong, making it seem like it was around 7 or

or 8 in

the morning.

As she groggily opened her eyes, she felt sore all over her body, as if she had been run

over by a car.

After a moment of daze, she realized that she was lying in Joseph’s arms, with one hand

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resting on his chest.

Deborah was a bit slow to react as she glanced at the slightly dazzling muscles in front of her. When

she looked up, she met Joseph’s gaze, who was looking down at her.

He must have woken up early, and as he looked at her, his eyes were filled with a meaningful smile.

The contentment and satisfaction after a fulfilling meal were vividly displayed on his

face.

Deborah thought he was still asleep, but suddenly their eyes met. Her face immediately turned red, she

moved her hand away and averted her gaze.

Held in his embrace, she couldn’t look directly at him. Her gaze wandered restlessly, darting around

until it settled on the ceiling light above.

Joseph suddenly chuckled and gently touched her head, “You’re too thin, you more to nourish

yourself.”

should eat

Unable to bear it any longer, Deborah pushed him away, rolled out of bed, and hurriedly picked up the

clothes on the carpet to put them on.

Joseph watched as she entered the bathroom, and soon the door closed behind her. The sound of

running water could be heard from within.

He recalled how her face had been flushed red from last night until now, and how she

had even cried before falling into a deep sleep in the latter half of the night.

He indeed couldn’t help himself and went a bit too far with her. Next time, he should

learn to exercise some restraint.

Joseph got up, got dressed, and called Morton to cancel his work arrangements for the afternoon,

Deborah had requested two more days off, and after tidying up the messy bedroom, she was ready to

head downstairs to cook.

Having tidied up the bedroom, he suddenly thought of something and looked toward the direction of the

bathroom.

The bathroom door was tightly closed, with Deborah still inside. Apart from the sound of water, there

was not even the slightest noise.

Unable to hold back his laughter, Joseph was in a great mood. Instead of knocking on the door, he

decided to head downstairs first.

Deborah stood by the bathroom door, turning on the showerhead and pretending to take a shower, but

in reality, she didn’t move at all.

After closing the door and cutting off Joseph’s view from outside, she finally let out a slow sigh of relief.

But soon, she looked around the bathroom and became lost in thought.

The wrinkled bath towel lay on the sink, the bathrobe soaked in the bathtub, and the

men’s dress shirt discarded on the floor beside it.

Deborah recalled that just before entering the bathroom, the bedroom was also a sight

for sore eyes.

She felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. Was this man being a bit too

outrageous?

‘She was too embarrassed to go out, so she lingered in the bathroom for more than half

an hour.

Only then did she open the cabinet under the sink, took out a clean bathrobe, and wrapped herself

tightly from head to toe, looking like a mummy.

After dawdling for a while, the bathroom door was finally opened slowly.

As soon as he went out, there was no one left in the bedroom outside.

She had been worried for quite a while, only to find out that Joseph had already left

earlier.

As Deborah entered the cloakroom to find some clothes to change into, she couldn’t help but feel a bit

resentful.

This man must have gone to work without even saying a word, huh?

I’m not sure if someone helped her ask for leave or not. It’s already the afternoon, and unexcused

absences can lead to salary deductions. If things go wrong, she might even get fired.

After worrying for a moment, she finally remembered that the company belonged to

Joseph.

Even if her money was deducted, it still ended up in Joseph’s pocket.

As for the director’s resignation, it seems that as soon as she left, the director followed

suit.

Upon thinking about it this way, it seems much more reassuring.

Joseph is not in this bedroom, so Deborah feels much more at ease.

After changing her clothes, she planned to go to the bedroom outside to tidy up a bit.

Upon stepping out, she discovered that the bedroom had been tidied up all around.

Estimating that Joseph must have left early for some company matters, she also left the bedroom and

headed downstairs, ready to prepare something to eat,

Just as she walked downstairs, Joseph came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of food.

Upon seeing him, Deborah was caught off guard and startled, her legs going weak.

Last night, she was genuinely traumatized.

This man appears to be human, but when he goes at it, it becomes clear that he’s a

beast!

Deborah turned around, heading back to her bedroom.

The housekeeper suddenly spoke up from behind, “Mrs. Black, Mr. Black has prepared the meal for

you. No matter how tired you are, please have something to eat before you

go to sleep.”

Deborah’s face froze for a moment, and it took her quite a while to slowly turn around. She looked at

the housekeeper with a forced smile, trying to hide her true feelings.

The other housekeepers also chimed in with serious expressions, “Mrs. Black, you

should eat first.”

Deborah quickly noticed that each of them was holding a thick monetary gift in their

hands.

Perfectly demonstrated what it means to get things done with money.

With determination, Deborah walked down the last s straight for the dining table.

of the staircase and headed

It was just eating, if Joseph isn’t embarrassed, why should she be embarrassed?

As long as she isn’t embarrassed, it’s others who will be.

Deborah walked over to the dining table and sat down. As she looked at the delicious. spread of dishes

before her, she couldn’t help but praise it.

“Wow, it smells amazing! Did you make this yourself? I’m actually quite hungry. Could you serve me

some pasta, please?

This fish stew looks so fresh, with its creamy white broth. Your cooking skills are getting better and

better.

The pork ribs are fried nicely; next time, remember to add more chili

pepper.”

The group of housekeepers watched from the side, a few of them secretly exchanging playful glances

and stifling their laughter.

Joseph smiled as he picked up a plate, always hands-on with everything, and served

Deborah some pasta.

He served her more soup and used the serving spoon to pick up some dishes for her.

To ease the awkwardness, Deborah continued to talk while eating.

Upon seeing Joseph so at ease, while she had been so flushed and embarrassed this morning, she

couldn’t help but feel a bit indignant.

As soon as she went downstairs, the housekeeper’s crisp call of “Mrs. Black” was clearly orchestrated

by him.

“You

In an attempt to make a comeback, Deborah deliberately raised her voice and said, should drink more

soup to nourish yourself too. Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility for you. With that said, I’ll take you to

get our marriage certificate one of these days.”

Joseph looked at her with a smile, “Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease. Let’s not wait for

another day. Today is a great day, and the weather is nice too. There’s no better time than the

present.”

Deborah’s voice came to an abrupt halt, as she tilted her head to look at him.

Several housekeepers also looked at them, as if waiting for them to fight and determine

a winner.

Deborah had already said so much, and with a determined heart, she replied, “Alright, as long as you

have no objections!”

Joseph laughed even more cheerfully, “Alright then, you eat first. Once you’re full, we’ll

go.”

Deborah continued eating, but the more she afe, the more she felt that something was off. Why did she

feel like she had been tricked by him again?

After finishing her meal, she didn’t get up.

Joseph looked at her with a smile, “What’s the matter, are you shy about getting a certificate?”

The housekeeper smiled and said, “Mrs. Black is quite sensitive…”

Deborah stood up and grabbed her bag, “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

Without saying another word, Joseph smiled, stood up, and followed her, helping her get into the car.

An hour later, he walked out of City Hall with one hand holding two marriage certificates and the other

hand intertwined with Deborah’s.

After years of inactivity, Joseph has finally posted a tweet, accompanied by two photos.

A photo of holding hands, a photo of a marriage certificate.

[Deborah, my wife.]

He shared on Twitter and tweeted Adrian and Ashton.