Stuart and Josephine didn't sleep on the couch.
After the passion, Stuart held Josephine in his arms, not wanting to let go.
He didn't know why, but he felt that his sleep quality was much better with Josephine.
He always had trouble sleeping alone.
Before falling asleep, Josephine, in a daze, remembered. "We didn't use protection."
Stuart, exhausted, weakly said, "It's okay."
"What if I get pregnant?"
"You won't." He gently patted her back. He wanted to say they would keep the baby if she got pregnant, but he was too tired and fell asleep before he could speak.
Josephine lay in the darkness with her eyes open for a few seconds. Then she heard Stuart's breathing gradually become long and deep.
Josephine smiled bitterly. What was she still hoping for?
At this point, what did she have left to hope for? She didn't blame Stuart for not caring about her feelings. Stuart got her too easily, so he wouldn't cherish her.
The more unattainable, the more he cared.
To Stuart, Josephine would always be there whenever he needed her.
He would be with her when he needed her and ignore her when he didn't.
So, what if they fought and gave each other the silent treatment?
In Stuart's eyes, an angry Josephine posed no threat.
He could “bully” Josephine or say some sweet words, and Josephine would forgive him.
To Stuart, Josephine who was with gentle personality was not challenging at all.
Josephine despised herself while feeling sorry for herself.
The next day, Stuart found that Josephine was angry with him again.
In his opinion, they had a great time last night, and they even had sex, so any misunderstandings between them should have been resolved.
But why was she still so cold to him?
"Why are you still angry?" Stuart said, "Is it fun?"
Josephine was actually angry with herself. She didn't have enough charm or ability to make Stuart like her.
So, it was natural for Stuart to ignore her.
He wanted to have sex with her, which was a normal physiological need.
Presumably, no matter who he married, he would do the same.
As for that heart...
Josephine smiled. "Maybe it isn’t fun. I can meet your needs, and you don't have to worry about anything else."
Stuart's face changed. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm just your marriage tool," Josephine said, "or I'm the tool to fulfill your desire."
To Stuart, her function was limited to this.
At the breakfast table, Josephine and Cliff chatted and laughed.
Cliff glanced at Stuart and said, "Why do you look so dissatisfied? What's wrong with you? Why are you still so arrogant at home?"
Josephine said, "Grandpa, does he have any other look? In my impression, he has always been like this."
Cliff suddenly put down his fork. "So, you've always been like this with Josie? You have a big temper, only Josie is willing to accommodate you."
Stuart glanced at Josephine.
In Josephine's triumphant eyes, there was a hint of cunning. When she lowered her head and chuckled, her curved lips looked beautiful.
He knew he should have “bully” her again last night so she wouldn't be able to get out of bed today.
That way, she wouldn't have the energy to talk nonsense in front of Grandpa and get him scolded.
Josephine wanted to sneak a peek at how Stuart looked when he was scolded, but she caught his meaningful gaze.
Josephine felt a little uneasy for some reason. She always felt that Stuart must be thinking of a way to bully her now; his eyes were sharp. Throughout breakfast, Cliff kept scolding Stuart.
After breakfast, Stuart said, "Grandpa, I'll take Josie to work; we’ll go upstairs and change first."
Cliff finally said, "That's right. Josie works hard; remember to pick her up every day."
He looked at Josephine again. "Go upstairs and change quickly; wear more today..."
"It's getting cold."
Josephine didn't want to go upstairs with Stuart to change, nor did she want to go to work with him. But under Cliff's loving gaze, she had no choice but to get up.
As a result, once they entered the bedroom, Stuart pressed Josephine against the door.
"How dare you?" Stuart lowered his head to look at her, using his thumb to wipe at the corner of her lips that had been slightly raised. "Are you going to tell me on Cliff?"
Josephine blinked and replied, "No, I was just telling the truth."
"Don't play innocent," Stuart said, "You seem happy that I got scolded, don't you?"
"So, you know what it means to play innocent," Josephine sneered. "Doris acts innocent every day, and you seem to enjoy it."
Stuart's thumb stopped, pressing against the corner of her lips. "Are you sure you want to bring her up now?"
"If I don't bring her up, how can I disgust you?"
"Josephine!"
"What's wrong?" Josephine said. "Even if you shout louder, I'm not afraid. At most..."
She reached out, running her hand down Stuart's shirt, and gave him a flick through his pants. "This is all you have to bully me."
Stuart was almost amused. "You're quite bold. It's uncomfortable touch it through pants. Why don't I take them off and let you have a feel?"
Josephine didn't want to lose to Stuart in this battle of wills and said, "Sure, take them off now."
She was certain that Stuart wouldn't do it. Stuart had to rush to the company.
In his eyes, work was more important than anything else.
Josephine had overheard him on the phone; he had an important shareholder meeting in the morning and couldn't be absent.
How could he possibly take off his pants at this time?
He should be worried about traffic and leave early.
However, in the last second, Stuart's thumb was still on her face, and the next second, he took a step back and slowly undid his belt in front of her.
Josephine thought, 'This might be a trick; I can't give in.'
She still maintained a polite smile, and when Stuart's movements paused, she immediately tauntingly said, "What? Are you scared? Go on."
Seeing her smug look, Stuart felt an urgent impulse for some reason. He wanted to teach Josephine a lesson.
"Josephine, you will regret it." Josephine looked at him with her arms crossed, smiling. "I don't mind, but it's not too late for you to regret it now."
As a result, the next second, Stuart took off his pants, revealing his muscular legs.
Josephine's smile froze.
Stuart pressed her down again, reaching behind her, and locked the door.
Josephine was a little flustered. "What do you want to do?"
Stuart held her hand and felt it down. "What do you think I want to do?" he said, still panting.
Josephine tried to calm herself down. "It's daytime, don't do crazy things. Besides, Grandpa is still downstairs, and you have a meeting to attend."
"When to have a meeting is up to me, isn't it?" Stuart admired her angry look, feeling particularly pleased. "And since Grandpa knows we're preparing for pregnancy, it should be understandable."
Josephine cursed at Stuart in her mind.
She pushed him hard. "It's daytime, even if you don't mind losing face, I..."