Burning Love Cute Husband and His Little Wife

60 A Wild Dream

“...”

Doctor Morris chuckled, “It’s just a metaphor. Mr. Joseph, please don’t get me wrong. In my eyes, human bodies are all bones!”

Joseph stood up and picked up the salve bottle from Doctor Morris, “Just put it on the skin, right?”

“Yes, twice a day. I guarantee that she will be able to recover in a week! She will be alive and kicking!”

“There’s no need to boast. If the salve has a good effect, I’ll invest more in your studio. Go back to sleep now.” Joseph impatiently closed the door.

...

When Joseph came upstairs again, the maid had already fed porridge to the dizzy Isabella and was about to change her clothes.

“Put this on her bruises.” Joseph threw the slave bottle to the maid.

“Yes.”

.....

“It hurts.” Isabella groaned.

Joseph, who had already turned around, stopped when he heard this. He tilted his head and saw two maids flipping over Isabella to apply the salve to her body.

He thought for a moment and then returned, “Leave the salve on the table. You can go down.”

“Yes.”

The maid respectfully retreated and Joseph lifted Isabella’s blanket.

“...”

Never had he imagined that he would find this woman in a state of deshabille the moment he lifted the blanket. He could see her attractive figure.

“These stupid maids. Why not tell me in advance?”

Looking at Isabella’s reddened face and seductive posture, Joseph frowned and pulled a thin blanket over her body before pulling her close to him and applying the salve to her...

After Joseph had forced her to drink the alcohol last night, she had a dream rated restricted, almost a sex dream.

Moreover, who was in that dream with her was actually Joseph, which gave her a tremble of fear at the thought of it.

She dreamt of being painful and uncomfortable. The blood all over her body seemed to be clamoring and biting her skin.

The scene of Carl hitting her and Rosy kicking her kept occurring to her, escalating her fear.

It was as if she was squatting alone in a dark abyss with her knees in her arms. There was no way out. Filled with helplessness and despair, she was about to collapse.

At that moment, a pair of powerful arms pulled her out of the darkness and coldness. Before she could recognize who it was, she felt as if she had fallen into a warm embrace.

Was that dad?

It must have been him.

Since her childhood, only her father’s embrace felt so warm and so secure.

But wasn’t Dad already dead?

Then who was it?

She felt her clothes were taken off and the cold sensation spread across her body, immediately easing her pain and comforting her.

The hands touched her shoulders, arms, chest, ribs, buttocks, legs...

Those hands seemed to carry divine power. Wherever they passed, her icy cold skin turned moist and warm, allowing her to completely relax.

She did not know who those hands belonged to, but in a daze, she could not help but hold and rub them gently. She snorted as if she was a little kitten wanting to please her master. She really wanted to please the hands that relieved her pain.

Even the tone of her snort was like that of a purring cat.

As expected, the person responded to her need. Moist lips gently touched her forehead, then went down the bridge of her nose, and finally kissed her on her lips.

She happily and greedily stuck out her tongue to absorb the sweetness and coldness that she desired.

She suddenly felt hot as if something had burned. Even the hands on her body and the chest she clung to were warmed up...

She immediately became a sardine lying in an oven, surrounded by flames and about to get slaughtered!

She struggled gently. She itched slightly in a strange way, causing her to be at a loss.

The person paused and gently pushed her away. Then, she heard a heavy breath, as if someone was suppressing sadness.

The attractive hands also left her body, making her feel empty all of a sudden.

“Don’t!”

Isabella screamed. It was as if her life necessity had been snatched away. She hurriedly groped and randomly reached out to anything in front of her. She clung to that warm embrace, afraid that she would lose the sense of security.

“Isabella!”

“What are you rubbing? You are playing with fire! Don’t think that I’ll show mercy to you just because you’re injured!” The man’s low roar came from afar.

Then he spanked her butt.

Isabella sobbed.

Isabella shrank in pain, afraid that she would be pulled away from this safe place. She was so scared that she cried, “Don’t leave me alone! I won’t do that anymore!”

“Then don’t touch it!” The man pulled her hand away and said, “Do that again and I will immediately sleep with you!”

Isabella sobbed again.

With a severe headache, Isabella snorted softly. She could only feel that her wrists were brutally fixed over her head, and the feeling of coldness came back again...

She soon discovered that the pair of powerful hands had loosened. At the same time, someone cursed softly, “I can’t stand it. What a cunning woman.” Then, the person threw her back to the bed and quickly fled...

She had a good sleep the whole night.

When Isabella woke up, it was almost noon the next day. She got up and smelled the strong smell of the salve. She checked her body.

“Miss Isabella, you’re finally awake. That’s great.” The pretty and cheerful maid came in with a fruit tray. “Are you feeling better?”

“Feeling better?” Isabella paused, “The salve on me...”

“It was specially made by Doctor Morris.”

The maid smiled and said, “Doctor Morris is an outstanding medical expert. He can cure any illness.”

Isabella was stunned.

Isabella covered her face at the thought of the wild dream last night. She somehow felt that the man in her dream was Joseph. It was really difficult to find another person in this world with such a low and tyrannical voice...

However, Joseph would only play tricks on her. How could he condescend to apply the salve to her, and even tolerate her unbearable obscene movement...?

Isabella grinned and asked tactfully with pretended carelessness, “Well, who applied the salve to me? With such a strong smell, I’m afraid the person must have been put through. I have to thank the person properly.”

“My pleasure. This is what we should do.” The maid smiled and said, “Following Mr. Joseph’s orders are our responsibility.”

Isabella was surprised again.

Isabella scratched her head. “So it was Mr. Joseph who gave the order. Did he come to check on me?”

“No, he didn’t.”

The maid placed the tray of fruit in front of Isabella. “Mr. Joseph has been busy with his work. He stayed in the study last night, but he asked us to take good care of you.”

Isabella absently answered her.

Not certain whether to feel disappoint or grateful, Isabella sighed softly. But she suddenly realized something. She sprang out of bed, “I’m over! I didn’t ask for the day off!”