Chapter 1542 - 1534: Where the Eyes Meet, Eternity Begins: Four Lips Pressed Together

"That day... I came back from your place... I had a fight with your brother..." Violet Zimmerman tearfully recounted, Joseph Lancaster was suspicious.

"Was it because you brought me a midnight snack?"

Aside from that, Joseph couldn’t think of any other reason.

Violet shook her head, but said nothing more, burying herself in Joseph’s shoulder, crying even harder.

Originally, it was a scene of sorrow, but at this moment, Violet was using this opportunity to vent.

Her husband was coercive, and her mother wouldn’t allow a divorce. She was like someone trapped in a dead-end alley, seeing no hope ahead.

"Sis-in-law..." Joseph’s hand hovered in the air, tightening slightly, as a thought began to form in his mind.

"Actually... you didn’t fall down the stairs by yourself."

Although his words were questioning, Joseph said them with certainty.

Violet shook her head again, "It was me, I accidentally rolled down..."

Joseph...

"How did my brother bully you exactly? Tell me, and I will let Grandpa deal with him!"

The young man was filled with a sense of foreboding. How could his brother be willing to hurt such a gentle and fragile woman?

If he married such a kind, gentle, and beautiful wife, he would certainly cherish her and never resort to bullying!

"He slapped me, and out of heartbreak, I rolled down the stairs..."

Violet cried in distress. Coming from a middle-class family, she had never been hit or yelled at by her parents growing up. With two older brothers at home, classmates dared not bully her during school days. Now, for the first time in her life, she was hit by her own husband, how could she not be heartbroken?

Upon hearing that his sister-in-law was hit, Joseph was not only furious but felt a sharp pain in his heart. As he turned around, the earbud in his left ear fell onto the bed. At that moment, all he could think about was how painful his brother’s slap must have been.

The young man’s long fingers held Violet’s face up with concern, asking, "Which side did he hit? Is it hurting, let me blow on it for you..."

"This side," Violet turned her face, and the young man pursed his lips, gently blowing on it, furrowing his handsome brows with deep concern visible in his eyes, "Sis-in-law, it must be very painful with your delicate skin..."

Joseph’s voice was somewhat choked, and as he finished speaking, he pursed his lips again, seeing his nephew’s lips approaching hers, Violet turned her head.

...

Time seemed frozen as Joseph held Violet’s face, their lips closely pressed together.

It was Joseph’s first kiss with a woman, and for Violet, who also lacked much experience, both widened their eyes, staring at each other in surprise, forgetting any reaction.

Violet was intentional, Joseph stumbled into it, but after a few seconds of stagnation, Joseph realized.

A voice in his mind told him to retreat immediately, but his body refused to obey.

Sis-in-law’s lips were soft, like cotton candy, warm, a sensation he longed for.

Looking into each other’s eyes, Violet slowly closed her eyes while tears began to fall.

As if struck by a hammer, Joseph suddenly woke up, pushing Violet away forcefully.

The young man wanted to escape, but hearing the gasp behind, his advanced steps were pulled back.

On the big bed, Violet clutched her lifted left arm, wincing in pain.

The needle in her right hand’s back had misplaced, blood flowed out through the tape’s gaps.

"Sis-in-law, what’s wrong? Did I hurt your wound? Sis-in-law, say something, don’t scare me..."

Joseph leaned in front of the bed, hesitating to reach out, worried about causing Violet more pain, his face screwed into perspiration from anxiety.

"Hiss..." Violet winced, speaking with difficulty, "Help me take out Dad’s needle."