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Chapter 884

“Not yet. As Asel cried for Ms. Joule last night, she had to coax the child to sleep.” As the housekeeper spoke, she

handed a food jar to Timothy. “Ms. Joule warned us not to grant you entry, and we too do not dare let you in on our

own. Here's some breakfast.”

“All right. Thank you.” Timothy took it from her.

After her breakfast delivery, the housekeeper saw Johanna with Asel in her arms upon entering the house. She

called out in greeting before turning to head for the kitchen.

Johanna handed Asel to the nanny and sat at the dining table.

The housekeeper served Johanna some oatmeal and shot a furtive glance at her before bursting out, “We saw Mr.

Jensen's car outside on the surveillance cameras this morning, Ms. Joule. It looks as if he arrived last night but didn't

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ring the doorbell and had slept in the car. I'd just sent him some breakfast.”

The housekeeper could tell that Johanna did not hate Timothy. She just did not wish to see him, so she took the

initiative to send Timothy some breakfast.

Johanna's expression did not change upon hearing the news.

After several more spoonfuls of oatmeal, she said to the housekeeper in a level voice, “I have matters to attend to

which necessitates me to go abroad for a week. Please take good care of Asel. Lucian and Amanda are coming

over this afternoon.”

“All right.” The housekeeper nodded and headed upstairs to tidy up the bedrooms.

Timothy had just finished breakfast when a call from work came. He leaned against the car and had a cigarette

while methodically delegating his instructions.

When he turned around casually after another drag, he saw Hector's car arriving slowly and stopping in front of the

entrance.

Scowling, Timothy dropped his cigarette butt and stamped it out.

Hector was momentarily stunned when he saw Timothy upon descending the vehicle before calling out in greeting.

“Good morning, Mr. Jensen. Does Jojo still not want you inside?”

Johanna was pushing a twenty-four-inch suitcase out the front door as he spoke.

She was dressed in jeans and a black short sleeve top. Her fair skin sparkled under the sun with exquisite femininity.

The tinge of red on her lips made her look even more like a woman in her prime.

Timothy immediately recalled his nightmare when he saw the suitcase in Johanna's hand. He hung up abruptly and

strode over.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a hoarse voice as he lowered his gaze to stare at Johanna.

“Abroad,” Johanna replied tersely before pushing her suitcase to Hector. He was about to intercept it, but Timothy

gripped his wrist with menacing pressure as though he wanted to snap it.

Then, he turned around to stare at Johanna as he swallowed. “Somebody bribed Mindy to seduce me. My drink in

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the bar had been spiked that night, and I did not sleep with her.

“I know it's all my fault. I shouldn't have remained stubborn despite making a mistake and throwing my temper at

you. Don't go, Jojo. Please?”

Johanna was indifferent. She did not say a word.

Timothy had never seen Johanna this cold. His heart sank further, and he felt awful and anxious.

Though I have many tricks to make Johanna stay by my side, my relationship with her is bad enough. I must fix it

instead of pushing her into Hector's arms.

Timothy pursed his lips. “I will agree to anything as long as you don't leave the country,” he pleaded softly. “I will

never harass you again, nor will I ask to see Asel.”

Hector's eyes flashed at those words as if he wanted to say something.

Johanna stepped forward to wrench Timothy's hand away before turning around to address Hector, “Wait for me at

the airport. I'll be there in two hours.”

“All right.” Hector nodded. He placed her suitcase in the trunk and departed.

Johanna loosened her grip and walked toward Timothy's car. Then, her nonchalant voice drifted over to his ears.

“Come. Drive.”