65 You Can Only Be Mine

Harper's POV

After a day of rest, the pain in my head had subsided quite a bit. When Joseph saw me, he couldn’t resist scolding me, “Why didn’t you call a doctor? You seriously hit your head against the wall?”

He sat on the couch, pouting in frustration. I couldn’t help but crawl over and hug him, and after some playful comforting, we both calmed down.

“Is your work all done?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m thinking of making some plans over the next couple of days so we can finally relax and have some fun,” I said, my mouth full of bread as I spoke, chewing between words.

“Drink some water,” he said, handing me a glass, then sitting beside me. “Have you thought about your future career plans?”

I shot him a look. “Why? Are you getting tired of me?”

“Of course not,” he chuckled. “But if you’re not planning to pursue further studies, my mother mentioned she wants to arrange a meeting with your parents.”

I nearly choked at his words. Joseph had to quickly give me water so I didn’t become the first