My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 167

Alone 

After that, Lucille walked out and helped him close the door while she was at it. 

It wasn’t easy to talk about things like that openly. She figured she needed to leave him alone. 

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, when Joseph recalled the 

sympathetic look in Lucille’s eyes before she went out, he was stunned for a moment before he realized what was going on. 

Had Lucille just subtly insulted him? 

Joseph was speechless. 

Fine, then. 

One day, he would let her know whether he was capable of doing that or not. 

The next day, Lucille got up at dawn to train as usual. 

After this period of training, she could feel that her previous strength was gradually recovering. She already had an 

extremely solid foundation, so it was not too difficult to pick it up again. 

After she was done, Lucille returned to her room to change her clothes. 

When she went downstairs for breakfast, Joseph and Culver 

were not there. 

While heating up some milk, Madam Dahlia said, “Miss Jules, Mr. Joseph said that he had something to do, so he went out.” 

Lucille took a bite of the food and nonchalantly replied, “You don’t have to tell me things like that, Madam Dahlia.” 

They were already working together and living under the same roof. She was not interested in knowing his daily whereabouts. 

on top of that. 

“Yes.” Madam Dahlia nodded. 

Around ten minutes later, Lucille wiped her mouth. “I’m done.” 

She stood up and was about to go to school. 

She had already returned from the charity clinic in Talford Village yesterday. However, she had gone home in Joseph’s car without any of the others. 

Thus, she had to report to the school. 

Lucille walked out. As soon as she left the gate of the Jules Residence, she saw a red sports car parked at the entrance. Beside the car was a woman with delicate makeup. Her 

clothes were all limited, and her shoes alone were worth six 

digits, not to mention the bag in her hand and the car behind 

her. 

Her aura was a little domineering. 

Most importantly, Lucille could clearly feel the hostility emanating from the woman’s hair all the way down to her toes. 

It was directed toward her. 

From what she remembered, the original host did not know this person. 

Lucille retracted her gaze and continued walking forward. slowly. 

Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly stood in front of her and arrogantly asked, “Miss Johnson, do you have time to talk?”