Gentle Fingertips

"...Isabella, listen. I want you to be my woman, pleasing me and happily rushing into my arms with gratitude!"

Joseph pushed Isabella away unhappily, "It's not like what you do now, aggrieved as you are tortured. I can't be turned on but rather disgusted with trembling!"

Isabella curled her lips and smiled frighteningly.

"Are you smiling? You look like acting in a ghost movie!"

Joseph got her head down on a pillow, which was beside his. "Let's discuss it till you learn to be grateful. You look disgusting. Did your brother damage your brain?"

After said so, he turned off the light and ordered, "Go to sleep!"

"Shall I sleep here?" Isabella was shocked.

"It's up to you."

Joseph lay down and tucked himself in the quilt. He said impatiently, "If you don't want to stay here, go away! Don't bother me anymore!"

Isabella stared at him in the darkness for a long time. Later, she pursed her lips as if she had made her mind. She whispered, "Joseph, thank you... today."