My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 69

It was only natural that those who weren’t in the know wouldn’t understand the intricacy of it all. To

Master Walton, however, Lucille’s work was delicate, risky, yet ingenious. It wasn’t luck, but genuinely

shocking skill. “I don’t have time to talk right now. I need to go see my mentor.”

Master Walton ran out in a hurry.

Culver stood where he was. He was about to persuade him to stay when Joseph, who was lying on the

bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

“Are you awake, Mr. Joseph?”

Culver approached him excitedly. It was really amazing. Whenever Joseph’s illness acted up in the

past, he would always be unconscious for at least a day before he woke up. That day, however, he was

only unconscious for around 20 minutes.

It was unbelievable!

The moment he woke up, a cold light flashed across his dark, deep eyes. The icy glare was like that of

a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath. There was a kind of unstoppable and burning light in his

eyes. Immediately after that, however, his sharpness gradually faded away.

He went back to being nonchalant and casual as usual.

Culver was rather upset by that.

In the past, Joseph was proud and noble. He was like a blinding sun, and nobody dared to look directly NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

at him.

However, ever since he got injured that year, he could only stay in seclusion. His body had not fully

recovered. and he could not even stay in the cold for too long…

Culver sighed a bit, and then carefully asked, “Do you still feel unwell, Mr. Joseph?”

Joseph’s eyes were clear. He got up from the bed and asked, “How long did I sleep?”

“25 minutes in total.”

Only 25 minutes?

Joseph raised his eyebrows. “It seems that Master Walton’s medical skills have improved a lot.”

“Mr. Joseph…”

Culver hesitated for a few seconds. In the end, he didn’t dare to hide it and he chose to answer

honestly. “It wasn’t Master Walton this time. I-It was Mrs. Collins.”

Joseph was stunned.

After listening to Culver’s story about what happened while he was unconscious, Joseph couldn’t help

but smirk. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, which felt like a spring breeze.

“Looks like I’ve found a real treasure.”

Meanwhile, in the Jules Residence…

Master Walton was invited in and sat in the living room.

When Madam Dahlia served him tea and water, she was respectful and even a little nervous. “Please,

help yourself.”

After all, he was famously skilled in Shein City. Many people wanted to be on good terms with him.

In particular, Master Walton was a registered professor in Lucille’s school. If Master Walton were to

accept Lucille as his disciple, then no matter what happened in the future, others would not dare to

push their luck, all for the sake of Master Walton.

With that in mind, Madam Dahlia wanted to put in a good word for Lucille. She considered her words

and cautiously stated, “Please stay seated, Master Walton. Miss Jules will be here soon. She wants to

leave a good impression on you, so she has to get herself together before coming to see you.”

A few minutes ago, Lucille came back and went upstairs. She had only told Madam Dahlia that if any

guests showed up, she could invite them in.

At the time, Madam Dahlia was still overwhelmed by the good news of Lucille returning from the

detention center safe and sound. Thus, she didn’t think about who would come to visit the Jules

Residence.

She didn’t expect that a guest would really show up in less than five minutes, not to mention that it was

the one and only Master Walton.

Master Walton tidied up his clothes and kindly replied, “No hurry. Miss Jules can take her time. I’ll wait

as long as she wants.”

Madam Dahlia thought she had misheard.

Were their positions… reversed?

Why did Master Walton seem like he was the more nervous one there?