Chapter 1093 - 565: Struggle of a Cornered Beast (2)

Joshua Hughes didn’t spare her a glance and walked out. When he reached the door, he didn’t turn back but coldly dropped a sentence: "Don’t ever let me see you again, and don’t let Avery Jane see you either." His voice was completely different from when he was on the phone, like two poles of the earth—one warm as spring, the other icy cold.

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She said to drive slowly, but how could he? His heart urged him to drive faster and faster to see her, so he stepped on the gas, racing like in a thrilling movie to Avery Jane’s apartment. Just in time to see her stepping out of the elevator........

In the early summer, she wore a floral dress, the hem five centimeters above her knees, revealing her glowing knees and shapely, slender calves. Her delicate, sexy ankles always made him want to grasp them tightly.

"Baby, you look beautiful today," Joshua’s eyes couldn’t hide his admiration as he gently kissed her soft, rosy lips.

"This is Eliza Bell’s dress." Avery Jane’s face flushed slightly. This small dress cost five figures and was a new style sent from abroad. Eliza sure knew how to spend money, but luckily their builds were similar, so they often shared clothes. Eliza’s clothes were more feminine, while Avery’s were more comfortable; but a woman dresses for the one she loves. She seemed to enjoy dressing up recently.

"After eating, I’ll take you shopping. I have some time in the afternoon." He had cleared his schedule for the afternoon to spend quality time with her. He loved seeing her dressed so nicely but disliked her wearing other people’s clothes, even if they were Eliza’s. He wanted to buy her clothes himself.

"No need, Eliza ordered lots of clothes, and since our sizes are about the same, I can’t even wear them all." Such waste, even if he was rich, he shouldn’t spend like that. Eliza’s clothes from a couple of years ago were still wearable for her too.

"Alright, let’s go eat first," Joshua said good-naturedly, knowing afterward he could arrange whatever he wanted. ’About the same build’? How could they be ’about the same’? He secretly smirked inside; he should warn Eliza not to get too close with Avery, not even as sisters. He didn’t want to hold her and smell another woman’s scent on her. Not one bit, he only liked her scent, light and naturally fragrant........

The brunch at the ultra-luxury hotel was very lavish, worthy of its expensive price. It had everything—various sashimi, seafood, desserts, and all kinds of drinks, sparkling wine, fresh juices. Avery watched Joshua as he peeled the bright red lobster.

"Don’t eat too much, it’s too cold," she said. She loved seafood, but her stomach couldn’t take it; eating too much often made her uncomfortable.

"It’s fine, I’ll have them make a hot ginger tea later." Avery’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the small dish of lobster meat Joshua peeled, squeezed some lemon juice over it, and presented it to her.

"Avery, you should come live at the Hughes Family estate where everything is looked after; I worry about you otherwise." Plus, he could care for her at night, though Joshua didn’t say that aloud.

"No, it’s inconvenient to go out from there, and it’s so empty and lonely. I have to start looking for a job tomorrow; I found a new company to apply to," Avery said, her mouth full of lobster meat, speaking somewhat unclearly.

"Absolutely not; if you must work, it can only be at Hughes Clan." Joshua’s eyes darkened; putting such a petite one out there—those men might have thoughts, but he would know.

"Hughes Clan is fine, just not in your office...." Being closer to him was nice, but not wanting to be glued together every day; Eliza mentioned that distance breeds beauty. Together all the time would surely become mundane.

From afar, a woman’s sinister eyes watched the scene unfold—the man’s gentleness, the woman’s coyness—as if it was a terrifying picture in her eyes. Jealousy, burning like fire, consumed her insides, stripping her of all reason. It was the first time she saw him like this, tenderly peeling lobster for a woman and talking, as if he was in young love. It was everything she dreamed of, yet it wasn’t for her but for her most detested woman.

People are different, but the disparity was too great, the scene too glaringly romantic like the most beautiful love painting. Yet she wanted to tear it all apart, violently destroy every bit of it.

Her love was cradled by him, carefully cherished like the most precious blossom. But her love was dismissed, seen as lowly dust, not worthy of a glance. She was almost destitute now; while the Yates family wasn’t grand, they were decently well-off. She lived like a lady of wealth. Yet now, her mother, once adored by the man she loved, had a piece of tongue cut off, driving her mad and unstable. Her brother was exiled abroad, likely never to return. Her father was dead.

Now she was married to Luis Hughes, leading a lonesome life, washing her face with tears every night.

But even the sole comfort of a wealthy life had vanished, her eyes burned red with jealousy, terrifying as the eyes of a Beast......