My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Her heart immediately skipped a beat.

An ambiguous atmosphere was instantly ignited.

Under the light, their shadows intertwined intimately, inseparable.

Lucille turned her face away awkwardly before she angrily muttered, "You're impossible to understand!"

"Why do you say that?" Joseph laughed softly. One could get drunk in his eyes. His next words were deeper and more ambiguous. "My wife has been targeted by another man. Why can't I be jealous?"

"Who are you calling your wife?!" Lucille was furious and corrected him. "We're just partners. Lying to Madam Collins is one thing, but we should have clear boundaries in private that aren't meant to be broken." Clear boundaries in private aren't meant to be broken?

Joseph had a faint grin on his face. His gaze was profound as he pressed his hand against the wall even harder.

Upon hearing Lucille's firm and resolute words that showed that she wanted to distance herself from him, he recalled how Lucille had returned home without even greeting him and even brought a wound with her. The string of logic in Joseph's heart was instantly broken.

Without a second thought, he bent down and captured Lucille's soft lips.

"...Mmph."

The rest of Lucille's words were all cut off.

She opened her eyes slightly. At that moment, all her thoughts stopped. Her brain felt like it was going haywire, and only her senses were infinitely magnified.

She could clearly feel the cool sensation on her lips and felt all her limbs and bones tingling.

Unlike the two kisses that had landed on her forehead, this time, it was Joseph's powerful and domineering aura that made her almost unable to defend herself. That was until the door was suddenly pushed open. "Bobo!"

Molly poked her head in.

After seeing the scene in front of her, Molly shivered and immediately shrank back. She didn't forget to close the door on her way out.

Lucille's face was as red as fire, and her rationality finally came back to her.

She immediately pushed Joseph away. She didn't use much force, but he let out a muffled groan. His tall and heavy body fell down and pressed straight down on

her.

Lucille was about to lose her temper when she heard his hoarse voice, which seemed to be suppressing something, ringing in her ears.

"Bobo, I didn't follow your instructions. Now I'm suffering the consequences of my actions."

"Huh?"

Lucille was stunned for a moment before she realized that the poison in Joseph's body was temporarily suppressed and not completely neutralized. During this period of time, he needed to avoid cold food and... suppress his desires. Essentially, he wasn't allowed to do anything that would get him too worked up.

However, he failed to restrain himself.

Lucille reached out to feel his pulse and found that toxins were resurging in his body.

Since the poison was only suppressed, every time the toxins flared up, the pain the body endured would be hundreds or thousands of times stronger than before. He was really just making trouble for himself.

Lucille scolded, "You deserve it!"

Joseph laughed and sighed helplessly. "It seems that we'll have to find the rest of the herbs as soon as possible."

She was speechless. As if!

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She got up and looked for her tool bag before opening it up. Then she untied Joseph's clothes with gritted teeth. With her tools glinting, she began treating him. There was a hint of vengeance in her actions as Lucille performed the treatment accurately without any mercy. "Ahem, ahem, ahem." Joseph coughed a few times and suppressed the bloody taste in his throat.

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