My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 50

Joseph had said that he would pick her up at ten o’clock in the morning.

At nine-fifty-five, the sound of a car’s engine could be heard from outside the Jules Residence. Madam

Dahlia happily welcomed Joseph and said, “Please sit down, Mr. Joseph. Miss Jules will be right

there!”

“There’s no rush,” he reassured.

Joseph sat lazily on the sofa, looking very patient.

A few minutes later, there were light footsteps on the stairs.

Joseph raised his eyes lazily. Then, he paused for a moment, and shock flashed through his gaze….

Lucille, who was slowly walking down the stairs, was wearing a long azure dress. It was a simple and

elegant waist-length dress that accentuated her slim figure.

There were a few fluttering flowers embroidered on the hem of her dress. As she walked, the flowers

and butterflies were partly hidden. They gave her an elegant and somewhat adorable look.

Looking further up, her long black hair, which cascaded down her shoulders, was tied up with a wooden

hairpin. As she walked down to the last step, she slowly turned around, clearly revealing her face.

Her dark eyebrows were like two distant mountains, and her eyes were as clear as spring water. She

was graceful and elegant, like an ethereal fairy.

“Let’s go.”

Lucille took one last step and looked at Joseph.

The corners of Joseph’s lips curled up as he replied, “Okay!”

The two of them left the villa together and got in the car.

Madam Dahlia stood at the gate of the villa and watched their car drive away with a smile.

Twenty minutes later…

The car stopped and arrived at the Collins family’s residence.

Lucille looked up and saw a huge courtyard. From the outside, she could see white walls and gray roof

tiles, with thick ink and vibrant colors decorating the surfaces,

When looking from a distance, she felt as if she was gazing at a painting come to life. The foundation

and the momentum that came from a big family, along with the house itself, had a unique pressure to

it.

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Lucille glanced at Joseph and murmured, “Is there anything I should know? How do you want me to

play along with you?”

Since the two of them were working together, there were some things that had to be discussed in

advance. Since they were at the entrance of the Collins family’s residence, Lucille had to move closer

to Joseph so that nobody would overhear them.

She continued, “If you have any requests, feel free to ask. If not, I’ll just do whatever I want.”

Joseph had not listened to a single word.

Because when Lucille approached him, she smelled a faint fragrance.

He lowered his eyes. From that angle, the sun shone from behind her. He could see her soft skin and

every detail of her profile under the light.

She was… unbelievably cute.

Joseph’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and there was a hint of joy in his deep gaze.

Right then, the door was opened from the inside.

The maid greeted them respectfully. “Greetings, Mr. Joseph and Mrs. Collins.”

It was Madam Collins who had personally instructed the servants to call her that.

That was enough to show how much Old Madame valued Lucille.

“Let’s go. Grandma is waiting for us.”

Joseph stretched out his hand. Lucille looked at it and tacitly placed her own hand in his palm.

After all, they had already held each other’s hands twice before, so they did possess that sort of

understanding between each other.

The maid’s eyes widened when she saw this.

Everyone in the Collins family, as well as in the whole of Shein City, knew that Joseph hardly interacted

with women. Not to mention holding hands, there was no one who could even get within three meters

of him!

But right then…