Chapter 185 Wendy’s Impulsiveness and Joe’s Resolute Stance
Wendy knew she had been impulsive today, but she had no choice.
When she got home, Joe hadn’t returned. She walked quickly back to her room, and pulled open the drawer, revealing at brown envelope inside.
She took out the photo, looked at it again, and then angrily tore it up.
“Miss Swan, Mr. Smith asks for you,” said a knock at the door just as Wendy was about to cry.
Wendy’s face darkened and she responded, “Alright.”
She walked downstairs to find Joe sitting on the couch.
“Today…” Joe started, but Wendy began crying, “I know I shouldn’t have gone to see her, but my uncle begged me to save my aunt. I just wanted them to have a better life.”
She cried pitifully, and no one could bear to scold her any further.
Joe said seriously, “I told you, this isn’t just about one person, but two Groups. Neither I nor Charlotte can let this go.”
Wehdy approached Joe, then suddenly
unzipped her dress, revealing her b*dy beneath.
With a seductive tone, she said, “Joe, it’s been so long, I’m ready.
We’re married, right? Just help my aunt…”
She reached out to embrace him, but Joe avoided her.
Joc dodged her hand.
Incredulously, Wendy looked at him. Even after she’d gone this far, he remained indifferent. Why?
She tried to get close again but felt something amiss and stopped.
Joe frowned and looked down at Wendy, “You don’t have to do this.”
Wendy’s hand which was moving lower stopped and she was stunned.
She angrily picked up her dress and put it on, “Is your heart with someone else? Did you only get engaged to me out of gratitude?!”
Joe remained silent.
His silence said a lot.
Wendy was shocked and angry, “If it was just out of gratitude,
why won’t you help my aunt?”
She yelled but then covered her mouth in fear.
From the day she met Joe, she felt something was off. He never looked at her with love or affection.
He hadn’t even touched her in all these years…
“You said you wanted to be Mrs. Smith, and I promised you,” Joe said, looking deep into her eyes, “Are you sure you want to use your life-saving grace to save your aunt?”
Wendy looked at him, understanding his meaning.
Did she want to trade her position as Mrs. Smith to save her
aunt?
“Joe, I was just confused,” Wendy said with a smile, “I’m tired, I’ll go to bed.”
She almost fled the living room.
Joe watched her go, his feelings complex.
Wendy’s episode didn’t affect Charlotte, who quickly put it
behind her.
