Chapter 933 Say, What Do You Have To Do With Me?

Waverly pressed her lips tightly together, clenched her fists, and glared at him sharply. Even if she was angry, even if she threw a tantrum, what would it change? What would it achieve for her? Nothing. Joseph had always looked at her as if he were watching a circus clown, looking at her making a fool of herself, showing all kinds of weaknesses. Since that was the case, she had no choice but to fight and walk on. "You'd better be gentler in the future. If you do it that way all the time, it would hurt forever," Waverly said. Joseph's eyes seemed to display a flash of pity, but it disappeared so quickly that Waverly didn't notice it at all. "Got it. You should rest after getting a bite. I have something to tell you while we have dinner," Joseph said calmly as he carried Waverly away. If she told him to let her go, he definitely wouldn't. "Joseph, actually, you've served me well. Compared to other men, you're talented and ar