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Chapter 366 Hatred Is Always Better Than Being Forgotten

Joseph’s chest burned with restless heat, a fervor that demanded release. The alcohol he consumed tonight was unusually odd, likely tampered with by the old man. Yet, at this moment, he could not spare a thought for that. His mind was consumed by vivid images of Chloe together with Noah, their hands intertwined.

‘Why is she always so defiant? She had explicitly promised to end things with Icarus, but here she is, gravitating toward Noah. Does she truly believe she can’t exist without a man by her side?”

Overwhelming jealousy broke through his last line of defense, and Joseph stared at her intently before impulsively capturing her lips in a forceful kiss. Chloe, never one to silently endure, was like a cornered rabbit ready to fight back.

Smack!

She delivered a resounding slap across his face, sparing no mercy. The force of her strike turned his face to the side, rendering him momentarily motionless. Time seemed suspended as the aftermath of her action unfolded. The imprint of Chloe’s hand marred his once flawlessly handsome features, accentuated by the still-healing wound on his forehead. A tinge of pity emerged from the depths of her heart as she observed the now reddened face before. her.

Chloe gazed blankly at her own hand, feeling a tingling numbness resonate in her palm. She had not anticipated exerting such force. All she had intended was to teach him a lesson.

As Joseph slowly turned his neck, his eyes mirrored the frigid essence of a solitary winter moon, brimming with a volatile fury. His expression was truly terrifying.

grip, forcefully yanking her back into his clutches. Yet, this time, there was no gentle catch to soften her fall. His eyes bore an indifferent gaze as she

the woman, her body adorned with bruises and marks. His heart felt heavy with sorrow as he gently lifted

Wash. Wipe.

resolute in her refusal to

voice resonated with calmness, “Open your eyes and look

to her deep-seated emotions. Her disdain for him was palpable.

Joseph’s hand twitched, and he forcefully grasped her chin, compelling her

her eyes met with his, scalding tears streamed down her face and landed on his fingers. She sniffled, her

only none of this had happened, how wonderful it would be,’

pupils suddenly contracted. He spoke

always better than being

unable to find solace, failed to find sleep.

early morning, Patrick observed the two emerging from the room and offered a smile. ” Breakfast is ready. Have a meal

with a weary shake of her