Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love novel Chapter 474

Chloe froze for a moment and then hastily changed the subject. "Grandpa, I bought you your favorite pastry."

"You're the best, my sweet. That brat has never bothered to get me anything," Harold said.

"Yeah, I've never gotten you pastries. I merely took care of the mess in the Whitman Group that was worth over 100 thousand dollars," Joseph remarked casually as he descended the stairs.

He had changed into his home outfit.

"Taking care of me and doing business are two completely different things. Don't get them mixed up," Harold retorted.

"All right then, from now on, I'll stop taking care of the Whitman Group's affairs and will focus solely on buying pastries for you," Joseph replied. He was dressed in a navy blue silk pajama that softened his edges, making him more approachable.

"Shut it. Don't go saying things that’ll upset me."

Chloe patted Harold's shoulder and said, "Everyone has their expertise. Jojo's intelligent and a natural leader in the business world. Asking him to buy pastries is a waste of his talents. As for me, I enjoy shopping and buying things, so leave this task to me."

"Listen to how well Chloe speaks. Yet you. You’re always jabbing at people like a wasp. No one will like you if you don't change your attitude,” he praised Chloe, while simultaneously admonishing Joseph.

Ignoring him, Joseph served a bowl of soup to Chloe and said, "Eat up. It's good for your health."

"Okay." She took small sips of the soup, but halfway through, her face scrunched up and she tightly closed her mouth, trying to suppress the urge to throw up.

"Grandpa, go ahead and eat. I need to go to the restroom," she said.

Harold watched her leave and sternly admonished Joseph, "Make sure to handle things properly. If you need to compromise, then do it. A real man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. Don't seek temporary satisfaction and regret it for a lifetime."

"I know," Joseph responded calmly, taking the words to heart.

"When you two remarry, I'll give you your father's note," Harold added.

Joseph looked up, his gaze deep and unreadable. "You can give it to me now. Chloe and I will remarry sooner or later."

"Absolutely not. I won't give it to you until you two are remarried," Harold asserted firmly, refusing to yield.

Joseph shrugged nonchalantly. Time was on his side, and all he needed was to know the contents of the letter.