CHAPTER 126: CHAPTER 126: IS THIS THE CAGE HE SET FOR HER?

"Gallagher cannot understand your question. You can wait for Mr. Gallagher to return and inquire with him."

"..." Josephine Thompson felt a wave of disgust and rage.

"Then help me contact Nathaniel Gallagher and tell him to come back."

Robot: "I’m sorry, Gallagher can only answer calls and cannot contact the outside world."

Josephine was exasperated: "Then what can you do?"

"I can prepare food for you, clean the house, do laundry, and even sing for you..."

"Prepare food?" Josephine gave a mocking smile.

"Is he afraid I’ll starve to death?"

Robot: "Yes."

"..." Josephine felt stifled, wanting to lash out, but unable to with the robot.

She propped herself up on the armrest of the sofa and walked unsteadily toward the door.

The heavy security door was locked.

Not to mention opening it — even professional firefighters couldn’t necessarily break through.

She instinctively headed towards the window.

The heavy floor-length curtains were tightly drawn, leaving only a slit that let in a bit of outside light.

She reached out to lift a corner of the curtain. Outside was lush greenery, like a meticulously maintained garden.

In the distance, she could vaguely see a tall wall, seemingly equipped with surveillance cameras.

"Ha, quite a fancy cage. Has he been preparing this for me all along?"

She muttered a curse under her breath, let go of the curtain, and it fell back into place, sealing off the outside world.

Her stomach untimely growled.

Her body’s weakness and low blood sugar forced her to bow to reality.

She turned around and said to the robot, "Please prepare something to eat."

"Alright, please wait a moment." The robot turned and walked toward the kitchen, its metallic footsteps resounding in the quiet house.

Josephine sat back on the sofa, her gaze aimlessly sweeping across the living room’s furnishings.

Valuable paintings hung on the walls, and bizarre statues stood in the corners, everywhere reflecting the cold piled up by money.

She suddenly found it amusing. This man hurt her in the most brutal way, yet placed her in such a "comfortable" cage. What does he really want?

Soon after.

The robot pushed a dining cart over.

On it was a bowl of sea cucumber millet porridge, a bowl of rock sugar bird’s nest, and several delicate side dishes.

"Mistress, the food is ready." Josephine had little appetite but forced herself to pick up the spoon and take small sips.

The warm porridge slid down her throat, slightly alleviating her physical discomfort but not quelling the anxiety in her heart.

"Mistress, would you like me to sing a song to cheer you up?"

"There’s no need to sing."

Josephine put down the spoon and looked at the robot, "Do you know where Julian Grant is now?"

The robot shook its head: "Gallagher’s database does not contain any information on Julian Grant."

Hearing this, Josephine’s heart sank further.

Last night, Julian Grant asked her to call him back after she got home.

And now, he must have noticed her disappearance!

He surely suspects Nathaniel Gallagher took her away.

Thinking of this made her both anxious and uneasy.

She was afraid Julian Grant would go looking for Nathaniel Gallagher and even more afraid that he would fall into Nathaniel’s trap. After all, this is Audenburg, where Nathaniel Gallagher holds all the power.

"Julian Grant, please don’t rashly confront Nathaniel Gallagher. Please be careful and don’t fall into his trap..."

She worried for Julian Grant, having no idea he was already in trouble.

He was currently in the hospital being rescued, having narrowly escaped death.

She ate a little hastily.

The sky had turned completely dark.

Josephine looked at the clock on the wall; it was almost eight.

She was unable to contact the outside world or leave the empty villa.

The only thing she could do was wait for Nathaniel Gallagher to come.

At nine in the evening.

"Mistress, it’s now nine o’clock in the evening. Your bath is ready."

Josephine lay on the bed, reluctant to move.

However, the sticky feeling all over made her extremely uncomfortable.

She had to bear the discomfort and go to the bathroom to wash up.

She took a hot bath.

The robot brought towels and a hairdryer to dry her hair.

"Mistress, would you like a cool or warm blow-dry?"

"A cool blow, please!"

"Sure!" The robot received the command and started to blow-dry Josephine’s hair with cool air.

The robot brought over some medicine, "Mistress, these are the supplements Mr. Gallagher instructed the doctor to prepare according to your health needs."

Josephine frowned, "What kind of medicine is this?"

"These are medicines to supplement various vitamins and trace elements in your body."

"I won’t take them."

"Not taking them is not an option, as Mr. Gallagher has instructed."

Josephine Thompson was a bit agitated, "I said I’m not eating it."

The robot started its repeat mode: "Master, please take your medicine, master, please take your medicine, master, please take your medicine..."

Josephine Thompson was about to explode, she kicked the robot hard.

The robot fell to the ground, emitting a mechanical sob: "Ouch... it hurts when master kicks Gallagher!"

Immediately after.

The robot agilely got up from the ground and still handed her the medicine, "Master, please take your medicine!"

"How annoying!" Josephine Thompson took the medicine and smashed it on the ground.

Afterwards, she angrily returned to the bedroom.

"Get Nathaniel Gallagher back quickly, I want to leave this place."

"This Gallagher cannot contact Mr. Gallagher."

"..." Josephine Thompson was completely choked with anger, lying on the bed wishing she were dead.

That night.

Nathaniel Gallagher didn’t come.

Though Josephine Thompson was anxious beyond measure, she had no way out.

In the huge villa, there was only her and this crazy robot.

...

Until the third day.

Josephine Thompson was about to go insane, being trapped had driven her to the brink of mental breakdown.

"Beep beep beep!"

"Mr. Gallagher, welcome home."

The door finally opened.

Nathaniel Gallagher walked in, carrying bags of goods in his hands.

"Put all this in the fridge."

Robot: "Okay."

Seeing Nathaniel Gallagher come in.

Josephine Thompson’s chest exploded with anger, her eyes like cold blades fixed on him, "Nathaniel Gallagher, you finally came. Why on earth are you keeping me here against my will?"

Nathaniel Gallagher looked at her with a devilish grin, then took off his suit and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

"Sweetheart, how can this be captivity? It’s protection!"

Josephine Thompson’s mind snapped, unable to control herself, she lunged at him, hitting and tearing at him, "You’re insane, let me go right now."

"You bastard, why are you doing this?"

Nathaniel Gallagher stood still, letting her go mad, letting her hit him.

Until she hit him so much that her hands lost strength.

"Feel better now?"

Josephine Thompson, eyes bloodshot, looked at him with hatred, "Nathaniel Gallagher, you’re about to marry another woman, why are you forcing me to stay by your side?"

Hearing this, Nathaniel Gallagher’s deep and sinister eyes darkened, he took a few long strides toward her, "Sweetheart, I’m marrying Eleanor because I promised her I would never let her down in this life."

"So, I must marry her, take care of her for a lifetime. I can’t break my promise, nor can I let her down."

Josephine Thompson listened, her heart filled with more resentment, "Then you should love her properly, why are you entangling me?"

"...Because I love you!" Nathaniel Gallagher moved in, hands tightly cupping her face.

Flames flickered in the depths of his eyes, and his breath began to grow heavy.

Josephine Thompson panicked, hastily backed away, "Don’t touch me. If you touch me again, I’ll die right in front of you."

"Let me out quickly, or all you’ll get is a corpse."

Nathaniel Gallagher paused for a few seconds and then started laughing, "No, you won’t."

"If you die, what about your grandfather? He’s still waiting for you to be filial."

"And what about the billions in assets the Thornton Family holds? Who will inherit? If you really died, it would be a real bargain for me. So, you’re better off staying alive! At least, you can’t let me have my way, right?"

"Nathaniel Gallagher, you bastard, you’re despicable." Josephine Thompson went mad again, lunged at him, hitting and tearing.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s extraordinarily handsome face showed a hint of pathological stubbornness, "Sweetheart, as long as you behave, I’ll love you like before! I won’t hurt you; I just want you to stay by my side!"

"I love you, I can’t bear to see you with another man."

Josephine Thompson took a deep, angry breath, "You don’t have to imprison me for that."

"Imprison?" Nathaniel Gallagher chuckled, rubbing her flushed cheek with his thumb, his gaze filled with unstoppable possessiveness and dominance, "If I don’t, would you obediently stay?"

He leaned closer, warm breath grazing her ear, his tone obsessive yet tinged with grievance, "Whenever you see Julian Grant, you can’t move your feet. If I don’t lock you up, wouldn’t you have already run off with him?"

Josephine Thompson jerked her head to avoid his touch, her chest heaving violently, "Who I go with is my freedom! Nathaniel Gallagher, what right do you have to interfere with my life?"

"Because I am Nathaniel Gallagher, because I am your husband." Nathaniel Gallagher straightened up, looking down at her.

"Because every inch of you is marked with my name, because you once said you only loved me."

Josephine Thompson’s eyes were bloodshot, "That’s all in the past, you destroyed everything between us, you were the one who betrayed me first!"

"I did not betray you."

Nathaniel Gallagher interrupted her, his tone suddenly cold, "Marrying Eleanor is my duty; loving you is my true affection. The two never conflict."

"Whether they conflict or not isn’t up to you!" Josephine Thompson grabbed a sofa cushion and threw it at him, "I don’t care for your love, even less for being your secret mistress! Let me go, let me go now!"

Nathaniel Gallagher caught the cushion, tossed it aside, the smile on his face fading, replaced by a menacing look, "I said, unless I’m dead, you’re not going anywhere."

He stepped forward, yanked her into his arms, his grip so tight she could barely breathe, "Be good, stay with me, stop thinking about running away and stop mentioning Julian Grant. Otherwise..."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over her pale face, his voice openly threatening, "I can’t promise the next time will be as ’gentle’ as this."

Josephine Thompson was pained by his hold but refused to show weakness, "So you’re planning to lock me up for life?"

"Be good, I won’t."

"I know you hate me because of the child, but I can make amends, we can have a child of our own. Once you give birth, I’ll surely set you free."

"Be good, I’ve already had the doctor check your body, although it’s not ideal for pregnancy right now. But it’s not entirely impossible, I’ll get the best obstetricians and specialists to take care of you..."