Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 607 What’s This? Some Sort of Abortion Concoction?

A flicker of disgust crossed Joseph's handsome face in response to Xavia's actions, but he resisted the urge to push her away.

"We'll discuss this later," he said.

He believed that impatience would not lead to a good outcome, especially in critical moments when one must endure humiliation and carry burdens.

After Xavia left, Joseph sat in his chair in contemplation. When Xavia accompanied him to the event tomorrow, it would undoubtedly expose her to the public eye and divert the Sinclairs’ attention toward her. Considering Cyrus's deranged personality, she would be put in an extremely dangerous position. He might even harm the child in her womb.

Joseph could not understand what had driven him to make such a decision just now. Subconsciously, he wanted to protect Chloe, just like when he learned about the risks of the abortion procedure yesterday. The thought of her losing her life on the operating table made his heart bleed. However, he could not bear to let her birth Icarus' child either. He just could not do it.

He smirked, releasing a short, scornful laugh.

Since meeting Chloe, he had been slowly compromising his principles, making one concession after another. Now, he felt as though he was standing at the edge of a precipice with no retreat in sight. Propping his legs atop the table, he leaned back in his chair as his mind became an entangled web of complex thoughts that night.

The next morning, a house helper brought Joseph breakfast as he prepared to head to the office. In a troubled tone, she said, "Sir, Ms. Chloe is eating very little and refusing to drink her herbal medicine."

He frowned. "Bring the medicine to me."

"Yes, sir."

When Joseph entered the room, Chloe was reading a book. As if oblivious to her presence, she did not even raise her head. Being ignored made him feel greatly displeased. He snatched the book from her hands and threw it onto the ground.

"What's wrong with you?!" Chloe snapped.

"Drink," Joseph commanded, shoving the bowl of herbal medicine at Chloe's mouth. His actions lacked gentleness, causing it to hit her teeth.

"Am I going to get the same treatment as Em?" Chloe asked as she looked at him defiantly.

"Drink," Joseph repeated, not wanting to explain that that incident was unintentional. Not even Tyson had anticipated that Emily would be shoved to the ground in that manner.

Chloe's eyes fell upon the porcelain bowl and asked, "What’s this? Some sort of abortion concoction?”

Joseph was stumped. "No."

"Then what is it?" Chloe clearly did not believe him, and her eyes filled with mockery and caution.

"Last chance. Will you drink it or not?" Joseph leaned in closer, bridging the gap between them. A commanding presence radiated from him, causing the air around them to grow cold and stagnant.

Chloe felt a shiver run down her spine as fear flickered through her eyes. Cowering in the corner, she protected her stomach with both hands. She was filled with panic over the unknown origin of the concoction.

Her health may not be great but the child in her womb was healthy. And at this moment, Joseph saw the baby inside her as dirty and repulsive. Under such circumstances, he must be intending to harm her child. Therefore, she would do whatever it took to refuse the medicine, even if it meant risking her life.

Seeing Chloe's resistance, his gaze grew cold as he stared at her. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Chloe felt a chilling sensation run down her spine. "What are you doing... Mmph! Stop!"

In the following moments, Joseph took a mouthful of the medicine and pressed his lips against Chloe's, forcefully administering the concoction into her mouth. The bitter liquid spread quickly, filling every inch of her mouth. She was engulfed by a fit of intense coughing and struggled to catch her breath. As she attempted to cough, he bit her lips hard, leaving a metallic taste in her mouth.

Joseph watched as she grimaced in pain and was satisfied with the outcome. He released her and calmly wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

Chloe trembled in fear. As she cried, she coughed over and over, desperately trying to expel the medicine. Seeing her struggle, Joseph took her hands and held them firmly. There was a mix of anger and frustration in his voice as he shouted, "It isn’t an abortion concoction! Don't throw it back up!"