William held a large bouquet of roses in his hand!
Josephine felt like turning around and leaving.
She felt that William didn't know his boundaries.
Josephine hoped that the roses were not for her.
But the next second, William stood in front of her, placed the
flowers on her lap, and said, "Josie, these are for you."
He heard Claudia call her Josie, so he did the same.
Josephine raised her hand, picked up the flowers, and handed them back, saying, "I'm sorry, I can't accept your flowers."
"Josie, we are compatriots, and it's fate that we meet abroad. I'm giving you flowers because I simply think that flowers should be with
beautiful women."
William's words were casual. His handsome face carried a relaxed smile.
He seemed very confident that Josephine would accept the flowers, looking self-assured and composed.
In fact, the first time Josephine saw William, she had guessed that he was a highly successful man.
But compared to Stuart's coldness and seriousness, he was more friendly and approachable.
But his nature was still as proud and noble as Stuart.
Josephine insisted on returning the flowers to him. "That's also inappropriate. I'm married, to tell you the truth. If I accept roses from
another man, my husband will misunderstand."
"So, you're married," William smiled, "we can still be friends. I don't think your husband would mind you having friends."
The bouquet of roses was quite heavy, and Josephine's arms were getting sore from holding it.
She had to put the bouquet on her lap for now.
"He won't mind, but the meaning of the roses is different. Mr. Campbell, I hope you can understand my situation."
William bent down to look at her. "Once the flowers are given, they cannot be taken back."
Josephine frowned.
William continued, "But if you agree to a request from me, then I won't give you roses in the future."
Josephine felt a little annoyed, but good manners kept her outwardly calm.
She thought, ‘We are not familiar, there is no need to talk.’
‘We have only met twice, but his every move seems to indicate that we are very familiar.’
Josephine couldn't help but straighten her back, leaning on the wheelchair, trying to create some distance between them.
"Mr. Campbell, I should go back."
Suddenly, William leaned in, bending over, his hands on both sides of Josephine's wheelchair.
"Josie, if you say that, I'll be really sad."
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly, a rebuke sounded in Josephine's ear.
The familiar voice startled her. She turned her head and saw Stuart indeed.
She thought, ‘ Why is Stuart here?’
‘Does he know I'm abroad?’
There was a hidden, tiny joy in her heart.
However, Josephine didn't have time to savor this sweetness before Stuart walked over.
He rudely grabbed Josephine's wheelchair with one hand, blocking her behind him, and looked coldly at William.
"Who is this?" William asked, taking a step back, his face showing just the right amount of surprise.
Stuart gave him a cold look. The next second, he turned around, lowered his head to look at Josephine, and said, "Mrs. Haustia, you
seem to be in a good mood."
Just now, when Stuart pulled her wheelchair away, his movements were too quick and too forceful.
Although he created distance between Josephine and William, he also made Josephine's back hit hard.
She looked up at Stuart, only to see the disgust and mockery in his eyes.
Josephine suddenly felt uneasy.
A wave of sadness surged in her heart.
She suppressed her emotions and asked, "Why are you here?"
"If I didn't come, how would I know that you were abroad and dating your lover?"
"You are Mr. Haustia, right?" William said, "I think you might have misunderstood."
Stuart didn't even look at him. "Who are you? I'm talking to her; do you have the right to interrupt?"
William's face immediately darkened.
Even though Josephine didn't like William, she felt that Stuart's words were too harsh.
Then, Stuart looked down at the flowers on her lap, feeling very angry at the sight of the red.
He reached for the bouquet, bent down to Josephine, and said, "Mrs. Haustia, do you really like it when others give you gifts? Last time it was jewelry, now it's flowers. Do you think I can't even afford flowers?"
Then, he sneered and threw the bouquet away.
William couldn't take it anymore. He stepped forward and said, "You..."
He saw Josephine's eyes turn red, stopped in his tracks, and couldn't continue.
Stuart slowly got up, stood behind the wheelchair, and looked at William. "Stay away from my wife from now on!"
Then, he pushed Josephine into the elevator.
Josephine took a deep breath, suppressing her sadness, and asked,
"What are you doing here?"
"If I wasn't here, how would I know you could do such a thing!"
Josephine turned around in disbelief. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
Stuart looked at her coldly but said nothing more.
He took Josephine out of the hotel and they got into a car. Soon, they arrived at another hotel.
Josephine finally understood. "So, you came here on a business trip?"
She had seen Stuart with his suitcase that day and knew he was going on a trip.
But she didn't expect them to end up in the same place.
Stuart didn't say anything, he pushed her directly into the elevator of the six-star hotel.
Josephine was in no mood to appreciate the luxury of the hotel. Soon, she was pushed into a room.
Stuart rudely picked her up from the wheelchair and threw her onto the bed.
Josephine exclaimed, her hands behind her, supporting herself.
"What are you doing?"
Stuart impatiently threw his coat and loosened his tie. "What am I doing? I couldn't satisfy you, so now you're looking for another man?"
"Stuart, you are a jerk!"
Humiliation surged through Josephine once again. She raised her hand, grabbing a pillow, and threw it at him.
She understood what Stuart was thinking.
Stuart suspected that she and William were having an affair, so he deliberately came to find them.
Stuart didn't dodge. The pillow hit him and fell lightly.
He threw away his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
Watching his movements, Josephine naturally knew what he was going to do.
At this moment, Josephine was filled with humiliation and anger.
She didn't want Stuart to succeed.
But since her ankle was injured, she had difficulty moving.
The next second, Stuart had already pressed down on her.
"Stuart! Don't touch me!"
Stuart easily restrained her. " If others can touch you, why can't I, as your husband, touch you?"
He was full of anger with his icy gaze. His anger was burning.
He forcefully pinched her chin, trying hard to suppress the violence in his voice. "Where did he touch you?"