Hayden's words had peered Joseph as he cast an inquiring look on her.
“It's nothing, I just don't want to hear about that day again. You don't need to remind me of people who aren’t important.”
Hayden lowered her head and explained it lightly.
She wasn’t afraid of Joseph believing what Michelle said about her sleeping with four to five men by Chelsea six years ago. She was afraid that she would accidentally spill that she went into the wrong room and slept with the wrong person.
If Joseph had pieced together what happened six years ago, there would be disastrous consequences.
Therefore, she just wanted this matter to quickly pass. The best would be for no one to talk about it again.
Joseph misunderstood.
He furrowed his brows and stared at Hayden picking vegetables for a long time, his expression becoming stronger.
After dinner, while Hayden was washing up in the bedroom, Joseph was on the balcony making a phone call with Magnus, who was kept in a difficult spot, “Mr. Beckham, it had been six years, and Chelsea is also dead. There is no way to find the mastermind, how would we be able to find his one downs?”.
However, Joseph said indifferently with a sunken expression, “I’m only giving you three days. I don’t care what sort of methods you use; find those five people and you should know what to do after.”.
Magnus sat on the sofa and sighed after he hung up the phone.
When Joseph was still working in ST Group, he didn’t have so many private matters to handle for him. Now, not only does he no longer goes to the office, but he also makes him quietly work for him every two to three days. Each task just gets more difficult, and it keeps snowballing.
He felt very frustrated.
At night, Hayden was hugged as soon as she went to bed.
A shiver ran down her spine and reminded her, “You have the flu, are you planning to infect me?”.
“I’ve longed recovered.”
A low voice came from behind her, as he snuggled on her neck.
“You lied to me?”, Hayden immediately realized.
She had felt puzzled about how a small cold hadn’t healed after so many days, and the fever hadn’t disappeared. He also looked pretty energetic yet he still hadn’t recovered.
Before she could turn her head, his hand held her waist tightly, “Because I can't bear to.”.
“What can't you bear?”
“I can't bear for you to think about my attitude all the time.”
“Had you had honey today?”, Hayden tried to look back but was pressed against her forehead by Joseph's chin, making her unable to see his expression.
“Hayden.”
Joseph was very gentle today. His usual low and cold tone had carried a sense of warmth, “It’s you whom I fell for, regardless of what you had experienced or encountered would not affect my feelings for you at all.”
Hayden was stunned for a moment, she was not stupid, there was a lot of underlying meaning to his sentence when he said it.
Piecing the pieces together, it did not take much thinking to know that he had misunderstood her however Hayden did not want to clear it up.
After a long silence, she asked, “Have you ever thought that everyone in the world carries a mask on their face. What if I whom you face daily is simply just a mask?”.
“Why do you have something to hide from me?”, Joseph's tone was a downplay though he was telling a joke.
However, Hayden knew that he wasn’t one to joke around.
“The truth is most often the hardest to accept. What if I am not who you think I am?”
“There’s no what if, you are the truest version of yourself.”
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