CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 115: HE ALSO LIKES JOSEPHINE THOMPSON, BUT IT’S JUST LIKING

The immense sense of humiliation and anger completely enraged Josephine.

She suddenly lunged forward and gave him a fierce slap.

"Slap--" a crisp sound echoed.

The slap landed heavily on his handsome and distinguished face.

Josephine was trembling with anger, wanting to kill him, "Nathaniel Gallagher, you bastard, shut up!"

Nathaniel Gallagher gave a wicked smile, his tongue slightly protruding to lick the blood foam from the corner of his lips.

"Did I say something wrong? Every time we’re in bed, don’t you always need five or six times to be satisfied? Can other men satisfy you like that after leaving me?"

Poof!

Josephine, unsteady with rage, swung again fiercely at his face, "Shut your mouth, stop spewing nonsense!"

"Nathaniel Gallagher, what do I owe you that you have to humiliate me like this?"

Nathaniel Gallagher grabbed her wrist with his bare hands, jealousy flooding his pupils red as he intentionally spoke in a sharp and mocking tone, "What did I do? I’m just kindly reminding your ’boyfriend’ to treat you better."

"As your ex-husband, of course I hope you have ’happiness’.

His eerie voice, laced with sarcasm, struck a nerve.

He was always arrogant and proud, skilled at hiding his emotions.

But at this moment, he completely broke down.

Josephine cried in anger, "... Nathaniel Gallagher, you’re disgusting, I never want to see you again."

Nathaniel Gallagher looked down at her, "That’s not what you said last night. Last night, you clung to me, desperately saying you love me, saying you could never leave me. What? Did you change your love so quickly today?"

That’s how hypocritical he is.

He couldn’t let go of Eleanor, couldn’t be wholeheartedly devoted.

But he still wanted her to love him with all her heart.

Like before the divorce, when he was her entire world, her body and soul belonged only to him. He even hoped she’d love him obsessively, accepting everything about him, and even accept him having other women.

Josephine desperately tried to free her wrist, so angry she felt like spitting blood, "Let go of me, I’d rather love a dog than love you. Nathaniel Gallagher, you make me feel utterly disgusted."

Nathaniel Gallagher felt a twinge of pain in his chest, his eyes complex and cold as he looked into her eyes. His large hand gripped her wrist tightly, refusing to let her go.

He so wished she would rush into his arms at this moment.

Say she only loved him, that she could never leave him no matter what.

But unfortunately...

She hated him to death.

Julian Grant stared blankly for nearly a minute, finally calming his emotions, "Nathaniel Gallagher, let go of Josephine."

He stepped forward in anger, swinging his fist viciously.

Nathaniel Gallagher took a hard punch, but kept staring intently at Josephine.

"Let her go, damn it."

"Bang, bang--"

Julian, unable to contain his anger, landed two more fierce punches.

"Poof!"

Nathaniel Gallagher’s lip was split, spraying blood foam.

But he still didn’t fight back.

After steadying himself, the coldness in his eyes turned to shattered desolation.

He just kept staring at Josephine.

He couldn’t believe she had no feelings for him anymore.

Julian, still fuming, said, "Nathaniel Gallagher, if you dare mess with Josephine again, I’ll make sure you lose everything."

Saying this, he couldn’t help himself, ready to strike again.

Josephine saw it, fearing they’d fight to the death again, hurriedly stopped Julian, "Julian, stop it."

"Let’s go back to the ward and ignore him."

"Josephine, you don’t have to be afraid of him..."

"Enough, just stop talking for a second!" Josephine, her heart pounding, blocked him firmly, pushing him into the ward.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, you’d better be sensible and stop bothering Josephine."

Nathaniel Gallagher stood still, his gaze sinister as he watched Julian’s back, giving a disdainful cold laugh, "Humph~, lose everything? Be left with nothing?"

"Fine, I’ll make sure you ’get what you wish for’."

...

Back in the ward.

Julian exhaled several times heavily, still so angry his lungs were about to burst.

"Josephine, you really don’t have to fear him. If anything happens, I’ll back you up."

Josephine’s face was pained, "It’s not that I’m afraid of him, it’s..."

Julian’s thick, handsome brows slightly furrowed, "It’s what?"

Josephine’s heart was blocked, "Forget it, it’s nothing."

It’s not that she’s cowardly.

It’s just that reality is so cruel.

She couldn’t take on Nathaniel Gallagher.

Even though Julian’s family background is strong, when it comes to scheming and treachery, he’s definitely not a match for Nathaniel Gallagher.

Imagine, when she was still playing in the mud, he was already making waves in the deceitful business world, unstoppable.

Moreover, the gambling industry is unlike any other. Its risks and brutality are dozens of times harsher than other industries.

For him to secure his position as the top tycoon in Audenburg’s gambling world wasn’t easy talk. So many cunning old foxes were subdued by him, what chance does this little rabbit have against him?

What could she possibly win with?

"Josephine, you’re just too afraid of him. There’s really no need to put up with someone like him."

"...Alright, stop talking, my head is spinning!" Josephine said weakly, and her whole body was too weak to stand properly.

Julian heard this and quickly helped her lie down, "Then just lie down and rest, I’ll get the doctor to give you an injection."

"Alright then!"

Soon.

The doctor came and administered her anti-inflammatory drugs and glucose.

Josephine lay on the hospital bed and soon fell asleep.

Julian sat at the bedside, looking at her with both heartache and helplessness.

"Josephine, rest well. I’ll protect you in the future and won’t let you get hurt again."

...

The next day.

Nathaniel Gallagher received a call from the company’s vice president.

"Hello..."

On the other end of the line, the deputy’s voice was anxious, "President Gallagher, something’s wrong, there’s trouble at Gallagher Royale."

"You need to come back to Audenburg quickly!"

Nathaniel Gallagher listened, frowning, "What’s happened?"

The deputy spoke rapidly and gravely for a few minutes on the phone.

The more Nathaniel listened, the deeper his frown became.

Five minutes later.

The deputy finished reporting.

"Alright, I understand. For now, keep this matter under wraps."

"Yes, yes, we’re already handling it, President Gallagher. When will you return to Audenburg?"

"Very soon."

"Alright."

The call ended.

Nathaniel Gallagher frowned and pondered for a long time.

This matter had a significant impact and could potentially cause a severe negative blow to the reputation of Gallagher Royale.

So, regardless of the cost, this issue needed to be resolved.

Returning to the hospital room.

Eleanor was doing rehabilitation exercises. Seeing him return, she gently asked, "Nathaniel, what happened?"

Nathaniel gave her a warm smile, not wanting her to worry, "It’s nothing."

Eleanor looked at him with concern, "Did something happen in Audenburg?"

Nathaniel approached, gently kissing her forehead, "It’s really nothing. You don’t need to worry. Right now, the most important thing is for you to recover soon."

"..." Eleanor’s expression darkened, looking somewhat burdened.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nathaniel, my disability might not be able to fully recover. Maybe...between us..."

Before she could finish,

Nathaniel leaned down, dominantly yet gently stopping her words with his lips, kissing her deeply.

"Eleanor, I forbid you from talking like this again, and I forbid you from leaving my side."

Eleanor’s eyes welled up, speaking sadly, "Nathaniel, I know you care for me, and I also know..."

She knew he had feelings for Josephine.

Nathaniel knew what she wanted to say and said with a sigh yet firmly, "Eleanor, don’t let your mind wander. In my heart, you are always the most important. Other women are just passing clouds; you are my true love."

"And only you deserve to share the rest of my life with."

Hearing him, Eleanor was utterly moved, "Nathaniel, I just don’t want you to force yourself!"

"Being with the one you love the most, how could it be forcing?" Nathaniel said and embraced her tightly again.

"After you finish this treatment, we’ll go to Elaria to get married. We’ll find the best chapel for our wedding."

The laws in Elaria don’t allow for divorce. Hence, it’s also called the sanctuary of love.

Many people love to have their weddings there.

"...Sure, I’ll listen to you."

Nathaniel said no more, only held her close.

In this world, other women could be many.

Only she is irreplaceable by anyone else.

He also liked Josephine.

But it was merely a fondness; she was not irreplaceable. Moreover, she couldn’t connect with him mentally or spiritually as a partner.

"How’s Vivian?"

Nathaniel said lightly, "She knelt all night, fainted, and now she’s resting in the ward."

Hearing this, Eleanor was still somewhat worried, "How could you bear to make her kneel all night? She is, after all, my niece."

"Vivian can be too headstrong sometimes, letting her endure some hardships might teach her a lesson."

"...Alright, as long as she’s okay."

"She’ll be fine, at most, just have sore knees for a few days."

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

His phone vibrated again.

He didn’t even need to look to know it must be from Evelyn Thorne.

These days, she constantly messaged him, boldly and actively expressing her love and pursuing him.

He didn’t want to pay any attention.

But he knew keeping Evelyn Thorne around was useful. Hence, he hadn’t deleted her.

[Mr. Gallagher, please don’t ignore me, okay? Are you heartless? I’ve sent you so many messages, and you haven’t seen any?]

[Please, could you call me back? I want to hear your voice. It’s so nice, so magnetic.]

[I’m now drunk at the bar and want someone to talk to, chat with me for a bit.]

Evelyn Thorne sent him six or seven WeChat messages.

Unfortunately.

No matter what she sent, he never responded.

...

Evening at the nightclub.

In the VIP booth.

Evelyn Thorne and some friends were drinking in a daze, the music blaring.

Several handsome male models were performing, creating a lively atmosphere.

However, Evelyn was uninterested, sullenly sitting in a corner drinking alone.

A tall, long-legged beauty with heavy makeup walked over, holding a wine glass, "Evelyn, what’s up with you lately? It’s like you’ve lost your soul. Come on, continue playing dice. Loser downs a glass."

"Not interested, leave me alone."

"What’s wrong?"

"I’ve fallen for a man, gotten too deep, but he ignores me..."

"Hahaha, come on, really? There’s a man you can’t handle? Who are you? You’re The Siren of Asia..."

The group was laughing and teasing.

"Bang!"

The door to the booth was suddenly pushed open heavily.

A tall, burly handsome man with long strides walked in.

"Wow..."