My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Lucille did not care about the rumors. In other words, she had already been scolded enough in the past, so getting hated on was nothing to her. If she cared about them, she would have died of anger a long time ago. She didn't pay attention to the school forum, so she didn't know about the mysterious hacker.

After returning to the Jules Residence, the kitten ran to her with a meow.

Lucille bent down and picked up the little cat. She realized that it was much heavier, and the cat had grown up a lot. Its eyes were like sapphire, beautiful and watery.

"What breed are you?"

Lucille rubbed the cat's head and muttered to herself.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The kitten meowed twice and rubbed its head against Lucille's hand.

In the living room of the villa, Culver stepped forward and said, "Mr. Joseph is waiting for you in your room, Miss Jules."

Lucille grunted in reply.

Over the past few days, Joseph would come over once in the morning and once at night to treat her wounds. She found it odd at first, but now she was used to it. Lucille handed the kitten to Culver and walked upstairs.

She pushed open the door of her room and saw Joseph sitting on the small couch. When he saw her come in, he tapped the first-aid kit and said in an overbearing tone, "Come here."

Lucille walked over.

Only then did Joseph sit up. He lifted her sleeve, untied the bandage skillfully, and then disinfected it.

In the end, Lucille felt him smearing something on her with a cotton stick. She smelled the scent of medicine and asked, "Is that scar cream?"

Joseph raised an eyebrow. "You can tell just from the smell?"

Lucille shifted her gaze away and said nothing.

When she was a child, she was too thick-skinned. She often imitated her father and attempted to practice martial arts, which caused her to suffer all kinds of injuries. Her grandfather, who was a medicinal expert, said that scars would taint her pretty skin, so he specifically researched scar cream just for her.

The effect was really good.

Later on, though...

Lucille lowered her eyes and allowed Joseph to bandage her wound.

Soon, the treatment was done.

Lucille cleared her throat and said, "Thank you."

After Joseph had packed up the first-aid kit, he suddenly asked, "Bobo, are you still hung up over Samuel?"

Lucille was stunned for a moment before she replied without thinking, "I'm not blind."

The idea of being involved with Samuel disgusted her.

As if she would be hung up over him.

Joseph chuckled. His eyes, which seemed to contain a smile, were filled with a hint of danger. "That's good." Otherwise, he might have killed Samuel.

Why Are You Asking

The aura emanating from Joseph made her heart palpitate. His eyes seemed to contain an intoxicating smile, but when one looked at them carefully, they seemed to be about to burst with hostility. It was so cold that it made one's heart tremble. Lucille did not understand. "Why are you asking me this out of nowhere?"

She didn't think Joseph would answer. The next second, however, he leaned forward and stretched out his arms, essentially locking her in his embrace.

Lucille raised her head in shock and heard him say...

"I'm jealous, Bobo."