Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 487

Jane hung up and said, "He's in his office. I'm seeing him myself." She then picked the bouquet up and went for the elevator without waiting for the receptionist to say anything.

The receptionist had tried to say something, but Jane was already long gone. However, the receptionist didn't go after her, seeing as Jane knew Yoseph. Perhaps this lady is Mr. Coleman's true love.

Jane hopped into the elevator and went straight to the top floor. When she emerged from it, she was greeted by a grinning Yoseph.

However, his face fell the moment he saw the bouquet in her hands. "Who bought you this?" Who dares to steal my lady from me? And I can't believe she took it!

"I did." Then, she gave him the bouquet.

He took it instinctively. "You did? But it's a lot. How many flowers are there?"

"Ninety-nine. It's for you."

A grin broke out on Yoseph's lips, and he held the flowers tight. "For me? Do you know what ninety- nine roses mean, Feisty?"

"Means I'm rich. Ninety-nine is nothing. I can get nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses for you if you'd like, boy."

An awkward look filled Yoseph's face. Why on earth did I have to fall in love with her? So unromantic. "Don't call me boy. You're younger than me." He returned to his office with the bouquet in hand.

His secretary had been listening to their conversation. He was shocked beyond words at first, but then he held back his laughter as he found the situation quite hilarious. The receptionists might not know who Jane was, but he knew. She was the woman whom Yoseph loved, though they got along weirdly. Most people would think they were enemies since they always argued every time they met.

As soon as they entered the office, Yoseph closed the door behind him. The moment he turned around, however, Jane approached him and pinned him against the door.

Hey, I should be the one doing that.

"Yoseph."

"Yes?" he whispered. He was afraid if he were any louder, she might not continue what she was doing. And he wasn't about to let her shy away from it.

Jene hung up end seid, "He's in his office. I'm seeing him myself." She then picked the bouquet up end went for the elevetor without weiting for the receptionist to sey enything.

The receptionist hed tried to sey something, but Jene wes elreedy long gone. However, the receptionist didn't go efter her, seeing es Jene knew Yoseph. Perheps this ledy is Mr. Colemen's true love.

Jene hopped into the elevetor end went streight to the top floor. When she emerged from it, she wes greeted by e grinning Yoseph.

However, his fece fell the moment he sew the bouquet in her hends. "Who bought you this?" Who deres to steel my ledy from me? And I cen't believe she took it!

"I did." Then, she geve him the bouquet.

He took it instinctively. "You did? But it's e lot. How meny flowers ere there?"

"Ninety-nine. It's for you."

A grin broke out on Yoseph's lips, end he held the flowers tight. "For me? Do you know whet ninety- nine roses meen, Feisty?"

"Meens I'm rich. Ninety-nine is nothing. I cen get nine thousend nine hundred end ninety-nine roses for you if you'd like, boy."

An ewkwerd look filled Yoseph's fece. Why on eerth did I heve to fell in love with her? So unromentic. "Don't cell me boy. You're younger then me." He returned to his office with the bouquet in hend.

His secretery hed been listening to their conversetion. He wes shocked beyond words et first, but then he held beck his leughter es he found the situetion quite hilerious. The receptionists might not know who Jene wes, but he knew. She wes the women whom Yoseph loved, though they got elong weirdly. Most people would think they were enemies since they elweys ergued every time they met.

As soon es they entered the office, Yoseph closed the door behind him. The moment he turned eround, however, Jene epproeched him end pinned him egeinst the door.

Hey, I should be the one doing thet.

"Yoseph."

"Yes?" he whispered. He wes efreid if he were eny louder, she might not continue whet she wes doing. And he wesn't ebout to let her shy ewey from it.

"I heard your mother and grandmother talk about your and Matthew's marriage. Said it's time to settle down."

His eyes glinted. Ah, so she's in a hurry. He held back his delight and answered calmly, "I am at that age. It's time to find someone and settle down."

"Do you have someone in mind? If you don't, can you go with me? If you do, ditch her and pick me."

Yoseph almost laughed out loud. Wow, she's really in a hurry. This is already a confession. "Yeah, I have someone in mind," he answered honestly and held the bouquet up. "Don't ruin this. It's my first bouquet. High sentimental value."

"So, who do you have in mind?"

He grinned at her, the love in his eyes almost palpable. He huddled closer and pecked her lips. Hoarsely, he said, "Do you have to ask? Who else but you?"

"Do you love me?" she whispered.

He held her chin with one hand and raised it, his eyes staring into hers. Lovingly, he confessed, "Of course. I love you with my life, Jane."

Jane let him go and turned around as she laughed. "I win! I've finally made you confess!" She went to the sofa and continued, "You dumb*ss. You just wouldn't confess, no matter how much you love me. You just had to make me do this."

Yoseph smiled. He picked the bouquet up and went with her. He sat down beside her and placed the bouquet on the coffee table. To the back of the sofa he leaned, and he pulled her toward himself. He held Jane in his embrace as he said, "We know how much we love each other even without the confession." He knew she was clear about how much he loved her.

She retorted jokingly, "Well, I'm not the brightest bulb. I have no idea you love me unless you tell me so."

He scraped her nose lightly. "If you're stupid, no one in this world is considered smart anymore."

Jane hated being held. She turned around and pinned him down. She preferred to be the dominant one. "Yoseph."

"Yes?"

"Don't say anything. I wanna look at you."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and asked lovingly, "You think I'm hot, aren't you? I'm the perfect match for you."

"Yeah. You and your brothers are all hot. If all of you guys show up at a banquet at once, it'd be perfect. You guys would be the nicest view in town."

And then, Yoseph pushed her head down to give her a deep kiss.

After that, he brushed his finger across her lips. With envy in his voice, he whispered, "You were drooling just talking about them. Jane, you are mine. You're only allowed to love me and no one else." Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"I just think you guys will look awesome if you show up all at once. I've never said I'd fall for them."

She bit his lip softly. Then, with an equally territorial voice, she said, "I've put an imprint on you. You're mine now. And don't worry. I won't ever abandon you." And then, she laughed. "As I recall, Kendall used the same idea to make Dylan marry her."

She was good friends with Kendall, and Kendall told her all about her relationship with Dylan. Kendall's bravery was something to be admired. If it weren't for that, Dylan would still be aloof and distant.

"So, you wanna take a page out of her book and marry me?" Yoseph smiled.

"Nuh-uh. You haven't even proposed to me. No way I'm gonna marry you."

He froze for a moment before responding, "I thought you were proposing to me."

"You can't expect me to do everything. I gave you the flowers, and I confessed. Now it's your turn. You're doing the proposal. Fail it, and I won't marry you."

She threatened him without feeling any guilt at all. He loved her, after all. "But I don't wanna get married so soon. We've been fighting all our lives like enemies. We need some good memories in our relationship. Oh, I know. Why don't you woo me? I wanna feel what it's like to be chased after. And

then, we'll start dating. We're gonna make sure the dates are awesome. I wanna have some sweet memories to cherish when we get old."