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Chapter 665 The Madness of Longing, Transcending Life and Death

Chapter 665 The Madness of Longing, Transcending Life and Death

“I wouldn't have just stood by and watched as Chloe burned to death if I had been at the hospital."

Joseph's voice remained steady, yet the paleness of his fingernails betrayed the intensity of his emotions. How could he have let her die if he had known? He longed to build a life with her, to create a haven where they could find solace.

Emily's eyes were swollen from crying, and her hatred was unconcealed. "Then where were you?"

Joseph hesitated for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh. "There's no use discussing that now."

Chloe would never know the truth, forever.

Emily was filled with disappointment as she believed that Joseph was just making excuses and could not provide a proper answer. She said sarcastically, "Now that Coco is gone, you can openly be with Xavia. Will you laugh yourself to sleep at night?"

"I don't have any feelings for Xavia."

Emily remained unconvinced and smiled coldly as she strode away. As she exited the cemetery, she spotted a white Maybach parked across the street. Suddenly, the car window rolled down, revealing Noah's youthful and fair face. He went straight to the point, saying, "Do you have a moment? There are some matters I’d like to discuss with you."

"Okay."

who remained in the lonely cemetery. Time lost

morning, he discovered the files on Joseph’s desk were untouched. As the scheduled morning meeting approached, Joseph still had not made

concerned. After an hour had passed, Lucas made the decision to visit Joseph's residence to check on him. Whether it was the villa or the newly constructed mansion, there was no trace of Joseph to be found. Lucas sensed that something was amiss, and an unimaginable thought crossed his mind. Without hesitation, he swiftly

were short, and the nights

made his way to the cemetery, a place that felt detached from the bustling city. The entire area was shrouded in a thick white fog and devoid of sunlight, casting

men dressed in regalia engaged in a discussion about rituals and prayers. Their voices

frost on Joseph's eyelashes and eyebrows and the slight purple hue in his thin lips. Lucas was at a loss for words, pausing

long silence, he said in a hoarse voice,

why are

"I couldn’t sleep."

flooded Joseph's mind. Her cries of pain echoed in his ears, haunting him relentlessly. He had heard the belief that those who died a tragic death would not be

suffering. Was his dear Chloe condemned to endure

funeral rites for her. It was his hope that through these sacred ceremonies, Chloe would be spared the anguish she had experienced

it was all a figment of his imagination. He had not actually dreamt of anything. Having gone without sleep for several consecutive days, his body's self-repair mechanism had kicked in after enduring intense mental turmoil. Deep within him, he felt a compelling urge to do something for Chloe. Perhaps

never knew that longing could torment one to the point

not sleep simply because he could not let go of Chloe. Without uttering another word, Lucas retrieved his phone and texted the work group chat group that the early

solemn rituals, then drove Joseph back to the villa at the latter’s request. He expressed a desire to return to the villa as there were more warm memories for

a fever overtook him. His body temperature steadily climbed until it reached a peak of 39 degrees. Joseph was then swiftly transported to the hospital, where he was given IV fluids to alleviate

the hospital. His gaze was filled with a mixture of emotions as he uttered, "I've seen the child, and he bears a striking resemblance to you." As

the picture of the newborn baby, and his cold eyes flickered