“In psychology, when you’re afraid of losing someone, it’s a sign that you’ve already fallen for them. Let me guess—you feel uncomfortable whenever you see him with another woman, don’t you?” the short-haired girl asked, her tone knowing.“How do you know that?” Heidi asked, her eyes wide with surprise.“Because you have feelings for him. Those feelings may have already blossomed into love. Let me ask you this—if he were hurt, homeless, or in trouble, would you feel heartbroken for him?” the short-haired girl asked gently, testing her.“Of course! He’s my brother-in-law. He’s family,” Heidi answered without hesitation.“But he’s not your brother-in-law anymore. He’s divorced from your sister, which means he’s no longer your family. So… in what capacity are you feeling heartbroken for him?” Daphne pressed, her words cutting straight to the point.“As… a friend?” Heidi ventured hesitantly.“That’s where you’re wrong. If he were just a friend, why do you still call him ‘brother-in-law’ e
"And how do you know he wouldn’t like me?" Daphne shot back with a grin. "Because he just wouldn’t," Heidi retorted, flustered. "Stop overthinking things, okay?" But deep down, even Heidi wasn’t entirely certain if Joseph could resist someone like Daphne. Women like her rarely got rejected by men. "Heidi, we’re just joking. Look at you, acting like someone’s about to snatch your man away," the short-haired girl teased, her tone lighthearted. "Fine, I’ll share my food with you, but only if you promise me one thing," Heidi said after a moment of thought, her expression unusually serious. "What is it?" Daphne and the short-haired girl asked in unison. "You can’t tell anyone about my brother-in-law’s past. It wasn’t easy for him to get this job. If people find out about his history, it might affect his work." "And don’t bring up my connection to him, either. That’s all in the past now. Mentioning it could lead to unnecessary complications." "He’s been married to my sister for year
"Ahem, are you suggesting you’d like to test it?" Joseph coughed lightly, unsure how to respond to her bold statement. He spoke almost instinctively."I didn’t mean that! Don’t twist my words!" Alice exclaimed, covering her face with her hands. Beneath them, her cheeks were burning red, as if they might burst into flames. How did the conversation even end up here? The sheer embarrassment was overwhelming. "Good, as long as you didn’t mean it." Joseph continued eating, his tone casual as if nothing had happened.But Alice, hearing this, felt something was off again. "What do you mean, ‘as long as I didn’t mean it’? That sounds so strange!" she retorted, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction. "Are you saying I don’t have any charm at all? That you’re not even the least bit attracted to me?"Joseph couldn’t help but laugh at her indignant expression. "That’s not what I meant. Can we save this conversation for when we’re not in the cafeteria? This is hardly the place for it." Alice gl
"It’s fine, go ahead and look. My Facebook is a mess—no labels, no organization. I think you’re the only one with a note attached to your name. What kind of privacy could I possibly have for you to see?" Joseph chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, I’ll take a look. Don’t worry, I won’t snoop," Alice said, finally picking up Joseph’s phone and unlocking it. The moment she opened it, her eyes widened in shock—there were over a hundred unread messages. "‘Professor Wilson, want to come over to my place tonight and play some games? My parents aren’t home!’" Alice read aloud, her voice dripping with disbelief. "What the hell is this? Playing games? Is that what they’re really inviting you for? Women these days are just shameless." "Here’s another one: ‘Professor Wilson, my sink is clogged. Can you come over tonight and help clear it? It’s so uncomfortable having the sink clogged; the water’s everywhere.’" Alice’s jaw dropped as she continued to read. "A clogged sink? Why don’t they c
Watching her hurried figure disappear, Joseph couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. No matter how much time passed, Alice still seemed like the same little girl he’d always known—gentle, caring, and endearing, yet perpetually scatterbrained and impulsive. Once Alice was gone, Joseph tidied up the table and headed back to his office. He didn’t have any classes in the afternoon, and Leonard Sanchez had scheduled his meeting with Fiona for 4 PM. Joseph decided to take the opportunity to rest in his office for a bit. On his way there, he casually checked his phone. The post Alice had written had already garnered a flood of comments—most of them from girls. What surprised Joseph the most was that the first comment came from Fiona. Instead of writing anything, she’d simply left a single question mark under his post. Joseph stared at it for a moment but decided to ignore it. He scrolled through the other comments, most of which were the usual chaotic mix of admiration and curiosity
"According to the schedule, no, I’m free this afternoon. But Professor Sanchez has a meeting with me at four," Joseph replied. "Ah, well, all the professors here are assigned private rest spaces. If you’re free now, I could show you yours. If you ever consider moving into campus housing, you’ll need to apply separately for a faculty dorm. These private rest spaces are just for midday breaks—they only have a bed and basic amenities," Brady explained. "Living on campus isn’t for me—I already have a place to stay. But if you’re not busy, I’d appreciate it if you could show me the rest space. Having a quiet spot to take a break during the day sounds nice," Joseph said with a smile. Deep down, Joseph was sure Alice would never allow him to move onto campus. And truthfully, he didn’t want to either. Living with Alice meant having someone to talk to, eat with, and share his days and nights. Humans were social creatures, after all. While Joseph was capable of enduring loneliness, he saw no
"Why is it that whenever Joseph drives, he never gets stuck in traffic? He always finds the fastest routes. He takes shortcuts and somehow manages to get me to my destination on time every single time. And yet here you are, a so-called driver, and you can’t even do your job properly!" Fiona fired back, her tone rising in exasperation as she unleashed a barrage of questions. "Miss, there are indeed other routes to Nova University," the driver admitted awkwardly. "Then why didn’t you take them? Why insist on this main road, which is always congested? Don’t you know that?" Fiona’s irritation grew further. "Miss, I wanted to take the shortcuts, but the conditions on those roads are quite risky. Even experienced drivers hesitate to use them. Mr. Joseph, on the other hand, is particularly skilled and confident. In fact, our team’s veteran drivers have seen Mr. Joseph in action and all agree that his driving skills are exceptional. They even say he’s the best driver among us—no one can co
At that moment, in Leonard Sanchez’s office at Nova University, Joseph was still engrossed in reviewing Fiona’s thesis materials. Leonard had just finished a phone call and, seeing how focused Joseph was, refrained from disturbing him. About ten minutes later, Joseph finally set the papers down. "Finished reading, Professor Wilson? What do you think?" Leonard asked with a smile. "There’s still a lot of work to be done," Joseph replied, a faint smile playing on his lips. Leonard nodded knowingly. He’d been supervising Fiona’s thesis for some time now, but the topic was outside his area of expertise. To make matters worse, it was a niche and particularly challenging subject, even within its field. Despite her efforts, Fiona’s progress had been slow. Joseph’s involvement had given Leonard a renewed sense of hope. Not only was Joseph young and exceptionally talented, but his brilliance was undeniable. "Do you have any specific suggestions?" Leonard asked, testing the waters. "The ma
"The two bells are only part of the reason I married your sister. There are other factors as well," Joseph began, his voice calm yet deliberate. "My master and your grandfather struck additional deals, agreements that go beyond what I’ve told you. But the most important reason lies in my past. That, above all, is what led to this marriage." "And what exactly is that reason?" Heidi asked, her curiosity piqued. "I… forgot," Joseph said with a wry smile. "You forgot? How could you forget the most important reason? Brother-in-law, your selective memory is incredible. You remember everything unimportant and forget the key things," Heidi teased, shaking her head in exasperation. "I can’t explain it either," Joseph replied, his tone tinged with helplessness. "My master has abilities that defy normal understanding. The fact that I’ve forgotten certain things—it’s all part of his plan." "Why would he do that? Making you forget so much… it’s just too strange," Heidi said, her frustration
"Although I’ve never paid much attention to the Cooper family’s affairs, it’s clear to me that your sister doesn’t have absolute control over the family. She’s still too young, lacking in both the means and the authority to truly dominate the Cooper family. Despite all she’s done for the family over the years, she still relies heavily on your grandmother’s prestige to maintain her position." "Am I wrong about any of this?" Joseph asked slowly. "Brother-in-law, for someone who seems indifferent to everything, you know the Cooper family far too well," Heidi said with a sigh. "You’re absolutely right, especially now. Morgan Group has withdrawn from many of our projects recently, and the Cooper family’s profits have been plummeting." "Those in the family who have been waiting for an opportunity won’t let my sister off the hook so easily. She’s practically a clay idol barely crossing the river herself." Heidi’s tone carried a hint of helplessness. "That’s why I don’t recommend involv
Back in her room, Heidi sat at her desk and opened her phone. She sent all the photos she had taken today to Joseph. “Brother-in-law, take a look at these. I’ll call you later.” After sending the photos, she followed up with a message and set her phone down. With that done, she walked over to her window, drawing the curtains open and pushing the window wide. A rush of fresh air poured into the room, and she took a deep breath. Tilting her head back, she gazed at the star-speckled sky. A flood of emotions surged through her heart. "Brother-in-law, I didn’t protect you before, but from now on, I won’t let them bully you again." "I know you’re capable of protecting yourself, but I can’t help worrying. If it’s possible, I’d like to be your last line of defense." "Because, honestly, I want to eat your cooking for the rest of my life." Her words were soft, almost a whisper, as she spoke to the night sky. After a moment, she closed the window and curtains, then lay down on her bed.
"Take a look at this." Maria Long handed him the phone, her voice urgent. Stephen watched the video in silence, his expression growing darker with every passing moment. Finally, he spoke. "Fiona, what’s going on? Is this really Joseph?" "It is," Fiona replied simply, her tone steady. Maria Long quickly recounted everything she had learned, her words rapid and disjointed. When she finished, Stephen’s face was etched with disbelief. "How is that possible? Someone like him, with such talent?" Stephen’s voice was filled with doubt, as if the reality before him was too difficult to accept. "Do you think he conned his way into Nova University?" Maria’s voice dripped with suspicion as she voiced her theory. "Regardless of how he got there, his abilities are the real thing. Nova University’s hiring process is incredibly strict. If there were any issues, there’s no way he would’ve been brought on." Fiona’s tone was dismissive as she refuted Maria’s suggestion. "So, does that mean h
“You sound disappointed.” “No wonder Grandpa has always valued you so highly. You’re just like him—a calculating merchant who only cares about profit.” “Selfish. Ruthless. Utterly unprincipled.” Heidi’s words were laced with venom, her disdain evident. “You’re absolutely right. That’s exactly who I am.” Fiona admitted it without hesitation, showing no intention of defending herself. “What’s wrong with you today?” Heidi shot her a sidelong glance, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She found Fiona’s behavior strange—completely out of character. Normally, Fiona would’ve at least argued back, but tonight she seemed utterly indifferent. “Haven’t I always been like this?” Fiona retorted, her voice calm and unaffected. “Looks like you’re really sick.” Heidi rolled her eyes, unable to resist a parting jab. Just as she was about to retreat to her room, Maria Long’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Hey, Heidi, you’re back!” “Any progress on that thing I mentioned yesterday?” “Wha
“Cough, cough… I think that’s enough. Just endure it a little longer.” “Your neck is quite stiff. You’ll need to take better care of it going forward.” Joseph cleared his throat lightly, deliberately adding more pressure to his hands, hoping it might help Alice regain a bit of composure. “Mmm…” Alice let out another soft, breathy moan, her previously closed eyes fluttering open slightly. “Alright, that should do it. How do you feel now?” Joseph withdrew his hands and gently helped Alice sit upright. “It feels amazing, like all the tension in my neck has just melted away.” “But… there’s this strange sensation all over my body. I feel so warm, and I’m sweating so much.” “And… and I even felt that kind of sensation!” Alice lowered her head slightly, her cheeks burning red as she stammered. It was just a neck massage—so why had it felt so much like… that? The sensation was overwhelming, far more intense than anything she’d ever experienced before. As the memory of it lingered
“You’ll get used to it. I don’t reply to them anyway. You can just ignore or decline them if you want.” Joseph sighed and smiled helplessly. “Let me read some of their messages to you.” “‘Darling, are you free tonight? Can I treat you to dinner?’” “Listen to that—‘darling’? Even I haven’t called you that! How shameless! I’m blocking her.” Alice’s outrage was palpable as she quickly took action. “And this one—I already rejected her at noon, and she’s trying again.” “Her message is still about inviting you to her house to ‘fix her plumbing.’ Seriously? This is too much. I’m not just rejecting her; I’m going to teach her a lesson.” “‘If your pipes are clogged, call a plumber. Mr. Wilson doesn’t fix plumbing!’” Alice muttered indignantly as she typed. “Do whatever you want.” Joseph could only smile wryly—he was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of his former classmates. “And this one—oh my God, this is even more absurd! Joseph, listen to this!” “‘Mr. Wilson, my mom saw your photo
Once inside, Heidi finally let out a sigh of relief. Everything she had done felt sneaky, almost like she was committing a crime. If her sister didn’t harbor such a deep grudge against Joseph, she wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble. Or rather, it wasn’t just Fiona Cooper who resented Joseph. Her parents, and even most of the family, looked down on him. Given the circumstances, Heidi felt she had no choice but to act discreetly. "Miss, are you settled? We’re about to leave," the driver, an old and reliable servant of the Cooper family, asked. Heidi was familiar with him. "All set, Uncle Alvarez," Heidi replied casually. "Very well, Miss," Uncle Alvarez said as he started the car and drove off. Heidi pulled out her phone and found Joseph’s number. She wanted to call him but quickly realized it wasn’t the best idea. After all, Uncle Alvarez worked for the family. Who knew if he would spread the word about her call? After hesitating for a moment, Heidi decided against maki
As the two chatted, they arrived at the place where the Cooper family patriarch was being cared for. The facility was staffed around the clock, with doctors visiting every two days to monitor his condition. The room was brightly lit, its warm glow illuminating the patriarch’s peaceful face. "Grandma, how has Grandpa been lately? What do the doctors say?" Heidi asked as she approached the bedside, her gaze resting on the elderly man lying there. The patriarch appeared healthy, his complexion rosy and his expression calm. It was hard to believe that someone who looked so serene had been in a coma for so long. "The doctors say the same thing they always do—his vital signs are stable, but he still hasn’t woken up," the matriarch replied. Heidi reached out and gently took her grandfather’s hand, examining it closely. When her eyes fell on his fingernails, her expression subtly changed. Just as Joseph had described, her grandfather’s fingernails showed signs of purpling. All five nail