Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 489 Cyrus Sinclair

Chloe belatedly realized what he meant, her pretty face going a little pink. What was with this man? His mind was always in the gutter.

Of course, Joseph was just messing with her. He was not so desperate as to get frisky in broad daylight.

With the weather getting cooler, Chloe picked out long sleepwear, the soft cotton fabric loosely draping her delicate figure. The loose fit hid her pregnancy well, and she rarely experienced morning sickness. During her showers, her baby bump was noticeable, but once she got dressed, it was completely hidden. She looked just like any regular person. Even now, lying in the same bed as Joseph, there was no way anyone could tell her secret.

Joseph was not accustomed to taking afternoon naps, but the woman cuddled up next to him smelled so good and felt so soft-like a natural sleep aid. Before he knew it, he drifted to dreamland.

Out in the yard, Patrick was giving orders to the house helpers. “Mr. Harold’s meds are running low. Go find Dr. Spencer at the hospital on Monday and get a refill.”

“Yes, sir,” the helper affirmed, sneaking a peek at Xavia who was still standing around.

Patrick noticed her and said in an annoyed tone, “What is this? Didn’t anyone call a cab for Ms. Xavia?” Without giving Xavia a chance to say anything, he went on, “I apologize for the delay. It isn’t easy to catch a cab out here. I forgot because I was busy with other matters. The helpers probably didn’t notice either. I’ll get someone to drive

you.”

leaving, but since Patrick brought it up, she could not possibly stay.

gate, his hands behind his back and a look of disdain on his face. “This woman has got some nerve. If I hadn’t said anything, she would’ve lingered around

watched Patrick through the rearview mirror,

Monday, meds, refill…’

chance to mess with the old

his phone ringing in the afternoon. He rubbed his forehead, anced at the woman sleeping beside him, and quietly got out of bed,

as he left the room.

found an important lead.”

“Go on.”

is as you suspected. It’s

suppressed deep within him, came

Briarlake’s CEO always

“Sinclair” echoed in Joseph’s ears, mixing with his darkest nightmares. His eyes turned a deep, ominous red, and in a fit of rage,