"You've been soaking for more than an hour. You might get lightheaded if you were to stay in the water any longer," Joseph said. She was already suffocating, and her chest felt stuffy. "My clothes are still in the pool. Get them for me," Waverly frowned and said. "You can't wear those clothes anymore. I'll get someone to bring you new clothes," Joseph murmured. "Well, I would still have to wear something before going out, yes?" Waverly was embarrassed. Joseph walked to the door and put her down. There were white bath towels in the glass cabinet. Joseph took one and wrapped it around his waist. Then, he stared at her. Waverly turned around and took two bath towels to cover her body. She was not used to being naked in front of Joseph, nor did she like it. She wrapped herself up and said, "I could walk by myself. I don't need you to hold me." "I take back what I said before," Joseph looked at her with a burning gaze. "What?" Wave
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 are physica
Waverly couldn't believe all of what Joseph was saying, but it had a ring of truth to it. However, that piece of news was still too shocking to her. "Why did you tell me all these? Aren't you afraid that I'll confront the Mccarthys?" Waverly asked doubtfully. Joseph leaned on the chair lazily and said, "You are not allowed to have any close relationships with your relatives in A Country. You have been in A Country for too long. It's so that you won't be mentally affected by it. Besides, even if I didn't tell you, would you just stay away from the Mccarthys?" Waverly was silent. She knew that her silence was as good as a definite answer to him. She smiled and raised the wine glass on the table, saying, "I can't even beat you, what more to say the Mccarthys? You think too highly of me." "Well, you have me, don't you? I will get rid of your mother's murderer in half a year at most. She will disappear forever from the world. If you need my help, just say the w
Waverly's eyes dimmed. It turned out that it was useless. She knew that Joseph wouldn't tell her anything useful. Joseph was not the type to put himself in difficulty's way for other people's sakes. "Bellamy, I'm making a snowman. Look." Waverly faced the camera to the snowballs. "It's not done yet. It's just a round ball now. I'll go finish making it first." "Hey, it's snowing outside now. You will catch a cold if you're not careful. The snowman can wait until the snow has stopped falling. Hurry up and go back for now," Bellamy urged. Waverly felt warmth spreading inside her heart. Her hands no longer felt cold. She said in a softer tone, "Back then, we would also make snowmen together on snowy days." "That was only for a brief while. It doesn't matter. Be good and take good care of yourself. Don't make me worry." Bellamy frowned. Waverly's eyes glimmered. She felt his concern, but unfortunately, it was impossible for them to be to
Waverly opened her eyes. She realized that this was not her home in the President's manor. The toilet wasn't where she was familiar with it being. "I'm going to the toilet," Waverly told Joseph. Joseph looked in the direction of the toilet. Waverly followed his gaze sheepishly. After such an awkward incident, she was wide awake and no longer felt sleepy. Next to the sink was a disposable toothbrush, toothpaste, and a set of Lancome skincare products. She brushed her teeth, reapplied her skincare, and went out. Joseph had also gotten up and opened the curtains. It was very bright outside; everything looked white. "You are going to work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs today, aren't you? I've already made the necessary arrangements. After breakfast, my staff will send you to the personnel department for registration," Joseph said, looking intimidating in a formal suit. He was unlike Bellamy, who would still seem approachable no matter how forma
The assistants busied themselves. They mainly dealt with domestic diplomats. Some of them would go abroad to handle foreign affairs that the country was concerned with, as well as some trivial matters for the logistics department. There were also some diplomats stationed abroad in various embassies. M Country was a neutral country. There were embassies for nearly every country there. The Minister of Foreign Affairs had great power over the foreign aid that M Country received. It was also Madam Lenny's selling point. After Waverly saw the news, she went out to make a phone call to Bellamy. There was a beeping sound from the other end of the phone. The line wouldn't connect. The deputy minister walked into the assistants' office with a reluctant expression, saying to them, "A riot has broken out in Z Country; the Lancaster Army rebelled. I need an assistant to come with me to Z Country. Any volunteers?" "Oh heavens, a riot? We might die if we go! I won't go.
Waverly wanted to have a good sleep so that she would not have a headache when she wakes up. By then, she could join the rescue team immediately. She forced herself to sleep, but her mind was plagued with worry. She was afraid that Bellamy would be in danger. If Bellamy were to die, would there be any need for her to keep on going? She... didn't even get to spend the night with him. Waverly felt very aggrieved and troubled. Turbulent emotions tumbled in her mind and she couldn't sleep at all. She got up and went out of the room. She saw Rory resting outside. She asked, "Rory, do you have any sleeping pills?" Rory looked at her and reminded her, "It's best to not take any sleeping pills on the plane. If you stop moving for a long time, your blood flow will slow down. If you don't drink enough water, your body will become dehydrated. The temperature on the plane is low, and the slower blood flow in your arteries and veins of your lower limbs may form b
The building was in ruins. The ground was filled with potholes, bricks, and glass debris everywhere. Dead bodies were lying on the ground, some people were wounded, some were crying and wailing in pain. The smoke of gunpowder and the smell of death lingered in the air. Waverly's heart was in anguish. She got out of the car and saw a man who looked like he was from A Country. She ran over and asked that person, "Are you from A Country?" The man looked at Waverly and said respectfully, "Mrs. President." "Have you seen Bellamy? How is he? Where is he now? Is he injured?" Waverly asked anxiously. The man shook his head, "I don't know." Waverly ran toward the embassy. "Mrs. President!" the man shouted, "There's no one else in the embassy now. They've all been taken away by the Lancaster Army." "Why did the Lancaster Army take them away? Didn't Bellamy come all the way here to negotiate?" Waverly was puzzled. "I don't know. Mrs. President, you'