Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 Joseph Felt an Inexplicable Sense of Satisfaction 

After receiving a stern reprimand from Harold, Preston emerged from the room wearing a 

crestfallen expression, his lips sealed in silence. 

Jonathan quickly approached Preston, eagerly inquiring about the outcome. “Father, how did it go? Did Grandfather make any mention of expelling that woman?” 

With an air of self-satisfaction, Octavia chimed in, “That’s right, honey. At his age, he surely wouldn’t lose sight of what’s important, right?” 

“Ahem!” Before Preston could speak, Harold descended from upstairs. His eyes, clouded yet piercing, resonated with authority as he asked, “Have I ever lost sight of what’s important?” Octavia chuckled awkwardly. “Dad, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t say anything…” 

Under Harold’s intimidating presence, Preston took a deep breath and announced, “From now on, Chloe is a member of our family.” 

Jonathan was stunned. He did not know what kind of magic Chloe had cast on Harold to make him so protective of her. Unwilling to accept it, he questioned, “Grandpa, if you can embrace Chloe as family, why did you reject Xavia back then?” 

“Xavia?” Harold scoffed dismissively. “She’s merely a cog in the entertainment machine. What makes you think she’s deserving of joining our family?” 

“Xavia is an artist and a renowned actress, not just-” 

“Only dim-witted people like you could be deceived by her. Now, go amuse yourself somewhere else and stop bothering me,” Harold said, clearly displeased whenever Xavia’s name was brought up. He had no interest in engaging with Jonathan and decided to join a group of old friends for a card game. 

Joseph’s heart burned with dissatisfaction. “Dad, Grandpa is being biased. He favors my cousin and pays me no heed.” 

Preston cast a scornful glance at him. “It’s simply because you fail to meet his expectations. You don’t have a successful career or a wife.” 

Jonathan grumbled, “What’s so difficult about getting a wife? Who knows, maybe the first great- grandchild of the Whitmans will be my child…” 

At night, Joseph and Chloe chose to spend the night at the family home. 

-They retired to their room. 

After finishing her shower, Chloe emerged from the bathroom and noticed Joseph engrossed in his work. He was dressed in a navy blue pajama, slovenly leaning against the headboard. His slender fingers rhythmically tapped on the keyboard, and the sharp angles of his profile 

resembled a masterpiece sculpted by the heavens, 

Blushing slightly, Chloe hesitated. “Um, where am I supposed to sleep?” 

Joseph raised his gaze, displaying a mix of arrogance and nonchalance as he looked at her.” 

There’s only one bed, so what do you think?” 

“Well, since there’s only one bed, we’ll have to make do and share it for the night,” she said, her tone reluctantly accepting.