Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love pdf

Chapter 665 The Madness of Longing, Transcending Life and Death Chapter 665 The Madness of Longing, Transcending Life and Death "I wouldn't have just stood by and watched as Chloe burned to death if I had been at the hospital." Joseph's voice remained steady, yet the paleness of his fingernails betrayed the intensity of his emotions. How could he have let her die if he had known? He longed to build a life with her, to create a haven where they could find solace.

Emily's eyes were swollen from crying, and her hatred was unconcealed. "Then where were you?" Joseph hesitated for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh. "There's no use discussing that now." Chloe would never know the truth, forever.

Emily was filled with disappointment as she believed that Joseph was just making excuses and could not provide a proper answer. She said sarcastically, "Now that Coco is gone, you can openly be with Xavia. Will you laugh yourself to sleep at night?" "I don't have any feelings for Xavia." Emily remained unconvinced and smiled coldly as she strode away. As she exited the cemetery, she spotted a white Maybach parked across the street. Suddenly, the car window rolled down, revealing Noah's youthful and fair face. He went straight to the point, saying, "Do you have a moment? There are smatters I'd like to discuss with you." "Okay." After Emily left, Joseph was the only one who remained in the lonely cemetery. Tlost its meaning as he sat there.

When Lucas arrived at Fairlight the following morning, he discovered the files on Joseph's desk were untouched. As the scheduled morning meeting approached, Joseph still had not made an appearance. The company's top executives anxiously awaited his arrival, growing increasingly concerned. After an hour had passed, Lucas made the decision to visit Joseph's residence to check on him. Whether it was the villa or the newly constructed mansion, there was no trace of Joseph to be found. Lucas sensed that something was amiss, and an unimaginable thought crossed his mind. Without hesitation, he swiftly drove to the outskirts of town.

The winter days were short, and the nights were long.

Lucas made his way to the cemetery, a place that felt detached from the bustling city. The entire area was shrouded in a thick white fog and devoid of sunlight, casting a somber and gloomy atmosphere. He immediately spotted Joseph among the scattered new graves.

In addition to Joseph, surrounding Chloe's grave were several men dressed in regalia engaged in a discussion about rituals and prayers. Their voices resonated through the quiet air, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Lucas rushed over. He noticed the frost on Joseph's eyelashes and eyebrows and the slight purple hue in his thin lips. Lucas was at a loss for words, pausing for a moment before finally asking, "Sir, didn't you go hlast night?" Joseph's brows furrowed, and after a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "I did." "Then why are you here?" "I couldn't sleep." As soon as he closed his eyes, the vivid image of Chloe being consumed by the flames flooded Joseph's mind. Her cries of pain echoed in his ears, haunting him relentlessly. He had heard the belief that those who died a tragic death would not be granted reincarnation, but instead, they would relive their past suffering. Was his dear Chloe condemned to endure the torment of fire even in the afterlife? He did not know what to do, so he hired a group of shamans to perform funeral rites for her. It was his hope that through these sacred ceremonies, Chloe would be spared the anguish she had experienced in life.

Joseph was unaware that it was all a figment of his imagination. He had not actually dreamt of anything. Having gone without sleep for several consecutive days, his body's self-repair mechanism had kicked in after enduring intense mental turmoil. Deep within him, he felt a compelling urge to do something for Chloe. Perhaps it was for his own peace of mind, or perhaps it was for her.

At that moment, Joseph was unexpectedly consumed by thoughts of not wanting to live anymore. He never knew that longing could torment one to the point of madness, even transcending the boundaries of life and death.

Lucas remained unaware of Joseph's innermost thoughts, but as an observer, he knew that Joseph could not sleep simply because he could not let go of Chloe. Without uttering another word, Lucas retrieved his phone and texted the work group chat group that the early meeting for that day was canceled.

He accompanied Joseph through the solemn rituals, then drove Joseph back to the villa at the latter's request. He expressed a desire to return to the villa as there were more warm memories for him there.

Joseph succumbed to illness. In the middle of the night, a fever overtook him. His body temperature steadily climbed until it reached a peak of 39 degrees. Joseph was then swiftly transported to the hospital, where he was given IV fluids to alleviate his condition.

Tyson cto the hospital. His gaze was filled with a mixture of emotions as he uttered, "I've seen the child, and he bears a striking resemblance to you." As he spoke, he presented a photo taken a few days prior.

Joseph looked at the picture of the newborn baby, and his cold eyes flickered for a moment.

The baby, pure and untainted, beamed with joy as its wide eyes stared into the camera without a trace of fear or alar. Doofen f striking resemblance to the Chloe he had first laid eyes upon, akin to a radiant little sun. There were also features that were very much similar to his, so he did not think too much about it. Tyson contemplated for a moment before suggesting, "Perhaps we should get Xavia to bring him over." Joseph neither agreed nor declined, and Tyson took the initiative to contact her.

Xavia swiftly arrived, bringing the child before Joseph in under half an hour. She gently patted and caressed the child radiating a maternal glow. "Look, Joe. He's so adorable. I haven't chosen a nfor him yet. Why don't you give him one?" Tyson chimed in, his words carrying a deeper meaning, "Yes, give him a name. Innocent children have the power to mend our wounded hearts. It'd be good for him to be by your side."

The key point was that Joseph was deteriorating, and Tyson was worried that something would happeni things continued this way.

Introducing a child as a means to divert his attention seemed like a viable strategy. Joseph's silence persisted as he averted his gaze, fixating on the view beyond the window. His eyes turned frigid and detached as if impervious to any emotional disturbance.

Sensing his indifference, Xavia squeezed the baby's hand. The room was immediately filled with the infant's piercing cries.