Chapter 1191 - 479: My Dearest Man

"Are you tired? Why did you come back so early today?" Hazel smiled and pinched his palm gently.

"I went out to do something. Don't worry, I'm not tired," he vaguely explained.

Harry and Rachel were also in the living room. Joshua and Hazel went to sit down on the sofa opposite them.

Looking at the two of them, who were so intimate, Harry and Rachel felt very comfortable as they looked at Joshua. After all, they had both seen Joshua's devotion to Hazel with their own eyes. They were not heartless, so they had fully accepted Joshua.

"You're back?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, Mom." Joshua smiled a little. He knew how to be attentive.

"Have a cup of hot tea to moisten your throat." Harry poured him a cup of tea. "My Kung Fu tea is still quite good…."

With that, Harry began to brag about himself. He had a little artistic temperament, and he knew many things, but he wasn't an expert at them. However, in front of others, he liked to say a few words about them.

Now, the person sitting opposite him was Joshua, who knew many things and was an expert at them.

But when Harry talked about them, Joshua was always a good listener.

Sometimes when Harry couldn't think of something about them, Joshua would remind Harry with the simplest words and sentences so that Harry could speak smoothly.

In this case, Harry gradually considered Joshua to be a confidant and became fonder and fonder of this son-in-law and loved to chat with him.

Joshua was not bored with this kind of relationship at all. Instead, he felt very happy. This kind of plain warm life was exactly what he had always wanted.

Today, noticing Harry was about to chatter again, Rachel interrupted him impatiently. "Enough, don't forget we have something to say."

"What's it?" Joshua took a sip of tea and put down the cup.

"Nothing serious," Harry sighed with reluctance. "We should go home now."

As a matter of fact, they hadn't planned to stay long this time, to begin with. The reason why they would stay for so long just because they were angry with Joshua before.

Rachel and Harry had planned to take Hazel home directly after Hazel graduated. Hazel was their darling daughter, and they certainly wanted to keep her around them for two years! Of course, they also knew Hazel's thoughts. As long as Joshua could pass their 'test,' it was, in fact, okay for them to shorten the time by a year or half a year.

But before they could find Hazel, Joshua actually secretly got a drop on them and took her to get a marriage license!

They brought Hazel up, so of course, they knew her personality very well. Hazel wouldn't be so impatient, nor would she have s.e.x with Joshua secretly. Joshua must have egged her on.

But Hazel was obedient to Joshua's words. What could they do? They wanted to shout at them, but Joshua and Hazel showed up with Rachel's idol, stopping them from getting angry.

Harry and Rachel felt frustrated, but they had no other choice but to stay in Denmark Residence for a while to give Joshua "a hard time."

Nevertheless, even if they were very pissed off, they had fully recognized Joshua now. Joshua was sincerely kind to Hazel. How couldn't they rest assured as they handed Hazel over to a man who loved her so much?

Joshua knew the Crowe family's crisp personality, so he didn't persuade them to stay. He nodded and said, "When will you go home? I'll arrange it."

"We're leaving early tomorrow morning," Harry said softly, looking at Hazel with reluctance. "Hazel, the Crowe family will always be your home. Even if you are married now, remember to visit your home often."

His emotional statement almost made Hazel cry directly.

"What are you talking about, mom, dad?" Hazel held back her tears and went to sit directly between Rachel and Harry. She grabbed their hands and leaned intimately against Rachel.

Hazel continued, "Even if I'm married. I'm still your daughter. The Crowe family is also my home! I'm still your caring baby girl~ I'll often go home to accompany you!"

Looking at the intimate scene in front of him, Joshua's ice which had been hiding in his heart, seemed to be cracking.

When he was a kid, he expected to see his own parents. He also had dreams that every orphanage child would have— one day, his parents suddenly came to the orphanage, took him away, and then the three of them lived happily together.

However, he was too precocious, and he had given up this kind of dream very early. Later, he was adopted by the Denmark family. His adoptive parents were very kind to him and gave him everything he wanted, so he had already forgotten his childhood dreams.

What he said to Hazel was true. He did not lack paternal love or maternal love. Moreover, he was too old to act like a spoiled kid in front of his parents. Even if he wanted a home, he wanted a home that he and Hazel made.

But now, seeing such a warm scene, he suddenly felt very warm in his heart and somehow thought of Stacy, who was quiet in the nursing home as a painting.

The story Grandpa Sloane told was true. Although his words were not very clear, Joshua could see that maybe it was because Grandpa Sloane did not know the details either.

After all, Grandpa Sloane once regarded Stacy as the shame of the family and completely cut ties with her.

But anyway, Stacy was his mother, and in that story, she was innocent. She didn't abandon her own kid. The one betrayed her she loved most and thought her own kid was already dead, so she was hit hard.

Maybe he should visit her again.

After dinner, Hazel and Joshua went back to their bedroom together.

After taking a shower, Hazel saw Joshua standing at the window, looking out into the night sky, lost in thought.

Hazel quietly walked up to him and gently hugged him from behind.

"You have something on your mind," she whispered. It wasn't a question but an affirmative sentence. In fact, when Joshua came home, she perceived it, but she never had a chance to ask him.

Feeling her warm body rubbed on his back, Joshua's heart softened. Sure enough, Hazel knew him very well.

"Joshua, my dearest man, you can tell me anything if you want. Even if I can't help you with it, at least I can listen to you," she continued.