Chapter 288
Joshua was at a business dinner when the message arrived. The private room buzzed with suited men clinking glasses, laughter swirling through cigar smoke.
Adrian Campbell offered him a cigarette. Joshua reached for it, then paused at Shermaineโs text. โNo, thanks.โ
Adrian smirked. โYour wife banned smoking?โ No one had thought Shermaine could tame Joshua, Basterelโs most untouchable man.
โMm. Donโt want to upset her,โ Joshua admitted, amused.
Truthfully, Shermaine never forbade it, just nagged about health risks. Joshua had planned to take one cigarette tonight, but her message changed his mind.
Adrian pocketed the pack. Joshua refused, and he didnโt push. Besides, after watching this display of affection, only envy remained in his mind.
Joshua replied: [Should I prepare a whip?]
Shermaine pictured it and laughed. [Planning to misbehave?]
Joshua chuckled. He thought, โMy girl is learning to flirt.โ
He sent: [Sheary, Iโd never dare.]
The man who feared nothing now had one terrorโhis wifeโs temper.
It was just a joke, but seeing how indulgent he was being, Shermaineโs smile deepened.
Joshua added: [If I screw up, hit me all you want. Just donโt banish me on the couch.] That was true torture for a married man. Even occasional solo nights were agony.
Shermaine shook her head with a smile.
Downstairs, Jameson winced in pain. The man who had once beaten Madeline now flinched at the sight of Ruthโs feather duster.
Her ferocity made his knees buckle. He nearly bolted, but her offer stopped him. โYou mean it?โ He gritted out.
Ruth scoffed, โWhen have I ever lied to you?โ
Jameson clenched his fists. โI cheated. Thatโs on me. Losing Shermaine was my fault. Hit me all you want, then weโre done. But Iโm not kneeling.โ Not for anyone, especially not for Ruth.
โFine.โ Ruth swung the duster, striking strategically. She was selective about where she hit โ places that hurt like hell but left no real damage.
Yet Jameson, aged and weakened by years of heavy drinking, couldnโt endure it. Within a few strikes, he was pale, drenched in cold sweat, barely standing.
Seeing him trying to stubbornly stand, Ruth aimed straight at his calves.
โAh!โ With a thud, Jameson collapsed to his knees, humiliation burning his face. โEnough! Arenโt you satisfied yet?โ
โA few strikes wonโt repay what you owe me,โ Ruth spat.
Jamesonโs face darkened, but he had no retort.
Finally, Ruth tossed the feather duster aside, satisfaction coursing through her. โIโll have new divorce agreements drawn up.โ