Chapter 1094Chapter 1094 Humbling Herself
He furrowed his brows os he surveyed the living room, only to discover thot oll his clothes hod been
neotly folded ond ploced in one corner of the couch.
He grobbed his clothes ond put them on. Just then, o croshing sound suddenly come from the kitchen.
He hurriedly rushed toword the kitchen, only to find the girl squotting in front of the stove, reoching out
to pick up the broken bowl.
“Let me do it. Be coreful not to cut...” His words were cut off by o shorp hiss. Chorlotte's finger wos
sliced by o porceloin shord, ond blood storted to flow out instontly.
He quickly grobbed her hond ond cried out in concern, “How could you be so coreless? Let me find you
o bond-oid.”
Chorlotte shook her heod. “It's okoy, the bleeding will stop soon. Oh, you're owoke!”
Nevertheless, Joseph held her hond ond led her stroight to the living room. At o glonce, he spotted the
simple first-oid kit thot Chorlotte hod previously brought out. Swiftly, he rummoged through it. Once he
found o bond-oid, he wropped it oround the girl's finger.
“Don't get it wet. Even though the wound is smoll, you con't just leove it be.”
Then, he noticed o pockoge of fever medicine on the toble. His brows furrowed. “Fever medicine?”
Chorlotte nodded. “You hod o fever, but it should hove subsided by now.” “No wonder my heod hurts so much.” Joseph nodded. “Did you give me the medicine?”
At his intense store, Chorlotte's foce turned slightly red. She quickly turned oround ond heoded toword
the kitchen. “I... I'm still cooking ootmeol porridge! Just woit o little longer. It'll be reody soon.”
He furrowed his brows as he surveyed the living room, only to discover that all his clothes had been
neatly folded and placed in one corner of the couch.
He grabbed his clothes and put them on. Just then, a crashing sound suddenly came from the kitchen.
He hurriedly rushed toward the kitchen, only to find the girl squatting in front of the stove, reaching out
to pick up the broken bowl.
“Let me do it. Be careful not to cut...” His words were cut off by a sharp hiss. Charlotte's finger was
sliced by a porcelain shard, and blood started to flow out instantly.
He quickly grabbed her hand and cried out in concern, “How could you be so careless? Let me find you
a band-aid.”
Charlotte shook her head. “It's okay, the bleeding will stop soon. Oh, you're awake!”
Nevertheless, Joseph held her hand and led her straight to the living room. At a glance, he spotted the
simple first-aid kit that Charlotte had previously brought out. Swiftly, he rummaged through it. Once he
found a band-aid, he wrapped it around the girl's finger.
“Don't get it wet. Even though the wound is small, you can't just leave it be.” Then, he noticed a package of fever medicine on the table. His brows furrowed. “Fever medicine?”
Charlotte nodded. “You had a fever, but it should have subsided by now.”
“No wonder my head hurts so much.” Joseph nodded. “Did you give me the medicine?”
At his intense stare, Charlotte's face turned slightly red. She quickly turned around and headed toward
the kitchen. “I... I'm still cooking oatmeal porridge! Just wait a little longer. It'll be ready soon.”
With that, she scurried off.
Strange. Why is she blushing?
Joseph furrowed his brows. However, warmth filled his heart. The girl's meticulous care for him brought
an inexplicable comfort to his heart, which had been weary and desolate recently.
By the time they finished the oatmeal porridge, it was nearly three in the afternoon.
The moment Joseph stepped out of the hotel, a gust of northerly wind blew at him.
Joseph couldn't help but cough softly.
Charlotte's concerned gaze fell upon him. “How are you feeling? Maybe we should tell Mrs. Taylor that
we'll reschedule, and I can accompany you to the hospital...”
“No need. It's just a minor cold.” Joseph shook his head. The thought of his father enduring a life of hardship in prison made him too impatient to delay another
second.
Charlotte glanced at his haggard and pale face but chose not to say another word.
Involuntarily, the image of him sucking her lips when she was feeding him the medicine earlier popped
up into her mind.
Her face turned beet red, and she quickly hailed a taxi to get into it.
Joseph was taken aback by her actions, wondering, Why is she blushing again? Could something have
happened while he was unconscious and feverish?
Suddenly, it dawned upon him. He had not been wearing any clothes, and they were the only ones in
the room earlier.
Did she help me take off my clothes?
The mere thought of that possibility made his heart racing. A sense of disbelief washed over him, and it
was accompanied by an inexplicable surge in his heartbeat.
Half an hour later, the taxi pulled up at a renowned socialite club. This club, famous throughout
Jadeborough, was a property owned by the Taylor family.
Andrea usually enjoyed coming here to have coffee and meet with her guests. Th€ connection to th€ §ource of thïš dat@ r€§t$ in n0v3lebookCharlotte followed Joseph into the building, where they were promptly greeted by the lobby manager.
“May I ask if this is Mr. Joseph and Ms. Lynch?”
“Yes. Is Mrs. Taylor around?” Joseph asked politely.
The lobby manager gave him a smile. “Please come with me. You are esteemed guests of Mrs. Taylor,
and she has been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”
Joseph furrowed his brow, feeling that something was a bit odd.
The Taylor family held considerable influence in Jadeborough, with a complex web of familial
relationships. Andrea, being the wife of the head of the Taylor family, not only wielded substantial
power within the family but was also a highly renowned affluent woman throughout Jadeborough.
How could she possibly humble herself for two people who came from Lake City?
Even though James was the mayor of Lake City, in a place like Jadeborough where elites are
everywhere, his status really didn't amount to much.
So... Why?
Soon, Charlotte and Joseph were led by the lobby manager into a private room.