Stuart finally took off his coat before Cliff allowed him in.
"We've never had this smell at home," Cliff said angrily, "Have you been with other women?"
Stuart quickly replied, "No, it might be something I accidentally rubbed against. Grandpa, I'll go upstairs first."
After he went upstairs, he found the bedroom door locked.
Stuart knocked, and Josephine answered from inside, "Wait a moment."
A few minutes later, Josephine opened the door, now in a plain home outfit.
She walked out, apparently heading downstairs.
To Stuart, her actions meant she didn't want to be alone with him.
He grabbed her arm.
"That smell..."
Josephine said directly, "The scent is pure and expensive, a limited edition. It's just that my nose isn't sophisticated enough to appreciate it."
She was criticizing him again.
Stuart had never realized that Josephine's sarcasm was particularly sharp, leaving him unable to argue.
And now, he experienced her skills almost every day.
He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his anger, and explained, "Doris almost fell, and I helped her..."
Josephine interrupted, "Don't talk nonsense. You must have been hugging her, or why is the smell so strong on you?"
Stuart found that Josephine always easily provoked his anger.
In the eyes of others, he never showed his emotions.
But in front of Josephine, her words could enrage him, and he always couldn't control his emotions.
This cognition made Stuart extremely angry.
He liked the feeling of being in control, and he didn't like it when people and things went beyond his control.
He especially didn't like that another person could influence his emotions.
Moreover, that person was Josephine.
And Josephine merely serves as his matrimonial consort.
Thinking of this, Stuart's face grew even darker. "It was you who asked me to have sex with Doris. I just hugged her. Can't you accept it?"
"No." Josephine pulled her hand away. "I just want to ask you, if something like this happens again, remember to clean yourself up. Don't let your dirty smell affect Grandpa."
"How dare you?"
Josephine went downstairs without looking back.
Stuart slammed his fist on the door, wanting to grab her back and teach her a lesson.
He changed his clothes, thought about it, and still felt uncomfortable, so he took a shower and changed into another set of clothes before going downstairs.
Downstairs, Josephine and Cliff were chatting and laughing. When they saw him coming down, they stopped talking and laughing.
Cliff even snorted.
Their attitude made Stuart want to turn around and leave, but he had no choice but to glare at Josephine before going to have dinner.
He didn't understand why Cliff doted on Josephine so much.
Josephine was just his wife, but Cliff loved her even more than him.
After dinner, Cliff deliberately kept Stuart and scolded him again.
Stuart went upstairs and saw Josephine lying on the bed, making a phone call.
She lifted her leg and swung it, causing her pants to slide down, revealing her slender ankle.
She wasn't wearing socks, and her feet kept swinging, making Stuart dizzy.
He originally thought that after returning to the Haustia Manor, Josephine wouldn't dare to ignore him in front of Cliff.
But he didn't expect Cliff to stand by her side, and they both ignored him together.
Stuart had calculated carefully, but he ended up in a mess.
Stuart, who had never miscalculated, couldn't accept such a result.
Suddenly, Josephine exclaimed.
She turned around and saw Stuart on one knee, his hands already grabbing her ankles.
Claudia asked on the other end of the phone, "What's wrong, Josie?"
Josephine couldn't tell Claudia about the current situation.
She quickly said, "It's nothing; I can’t chat with you for now; I'll hang up."
She threw her phone, and Stuart had already pressed down, his hot breath spraying behind her ear, causing her body to tremble.
"Stuart!"
Stuart's voice was clearly mocking. "I'm here, don't shout so loud."
"Get away from me!"
He pinned down Josephine. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?" Stuart's hand reached into her waist. "Why do you have to ask me every day?"
"Get off!" Josephine kicked wildly. "Don't touch me!"
"This is to prove that I'm not with Doris," Stuart said. "I've saved all my energy just for you."
Josephine felt her face flush with annoyance and shame. She was forced to lie on the bed, unable to resist.
Her feet were soon under Stuart's control.
Josephine struggled to free one hand and unquestioningly reached for something, then swung it over without thinking.
Stuart's shoulder was hit, and though it didn't hurt, Josephine's attitude angered him.
How dare she hit him? He was about to speak when something rolled out of Josephine's bag and onto the floor. He looked over and saw a white pill bottle.
Josephine saw it, too, and for a moment, she forgot to struggle.
Stuart felt something was off. He didn't even want to continue; Josephine's clothes were all lifted up, but his focus had shifted.
He got up and walked to the bed.
"Don't move!"
Josephine reacted faster than him. She crawled under him, bent over, and tried to pick up the small pill bottle.
But Stuart's arm reached over her head, faster than her, and picked up the bottle.
"Give it back!" Josephine reached out to grab it. Stuart stood up, his arm bent.
Even so, Josephine couldn't reach it.
She almost recklessly pressed against Stuart, even holding his arm, trying to get what was in his hand.
Stuart was filled with images of making love with Josephine in his mind, but he was interrupted just now, and now Josephine was sticking to him again.
She jumped up like a rabbit.
How could Stuart endure such touching? But he seemed to be addicted, deliberately teasing her like this.
Josephine also found that Stuart was tall, and she couldn't reach the bottle like this. She turned around and stood directly on the bed.
Unexpectedly, Stuart suddenly turned around, and Josephine fell on his back.
Stuart was not so interested in the pill bottle, but seeing Josephine's reaction, he became more curious.
He looked at it casually. The name of the medication on the box was too technical. What was this? He didn't understand, so he went to see the instructions directly. He didn't look at anything else; the contraceptive effect completely attracted his eyes.
This was a contraceptive. Josephine actually took the pill? She actually dared to take the pill?
Stuart could hardly believe his eyes. He directly put his hands back, supported Josephine's body, and forcefully pressed her on the bed.
He pressed down, holding the small pill bottle, and asked coldly,
"Josephine, don’t you want to explain it?"