Share a Bed

"Mr. Joseph, what else can I do for you?"

"Prepare a swimsuit for Isabella," Joseph said unhappily.

"Got it," William said with a smile.

The door was closed, and Joseph was left alone in the large room. He looked at the moon silently for a while, and then picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.

"Shit!"

Joseph stood up and said, "The tea is really awful. Damn old man, you fooled me!"

...

Isabella took a shower, changed her clothes, and sat on the soft bed, absent-minded.

Today, she had slapped Joseph twice out of sheer desperation. At that moment, she felt she was doomed.

If this had happened in the Smith's, she would have been beaten to death by Carl.

To her surprise, Joseph did not beat her.

Could it be that Mr. Charlie denounced domestic violence and educated him well?

Impossible. If it were the case, that guy would not bury himself in parties and flirt with bikini beauties.