No One But You novel Chapter 15

At least the canaries have money to spend. But I was just being fed like a pig.

I stopped eating when I was angry, and went back to my room to sleep.

Before going to bed, Bennett knocked on my door and asked me with my dress in her hands, “Miss Josephine, do you want this skirt washed? It looks so expensive. Do you want me to have it dry-cleaned?"

The dress, that expensive dress!

I jumped out of bed and grabbed the dress. "No, no, it's not dirty."

"Ok, go to bed early." Bennett turned and closed the door.

I held the dress and carefully dug out the tag inside.

I did not cut off the tag, and the dress was not dirty, since I only wore it once. After I returned it tomorrow, I would have twenty thousand.

And I had the invoice of the handbag and the earrings.. I would return them too.

The high heels were wasted. I walked a lot with them tonight. The sole must wear, and it was impossible to return them.

With money, I would have the abortion.

I turned off the light, looking at the dark ceiling with my hands covering my belly.

It was not that I was cruel, but I could not give birth to a child without knowing who the father was.

If I gave birth to it, I should at least know who the father was.

I would also tell him that it was not I didn't love him, but I could not give him any love.

The next day I slept till noon and let the driver to send me to S-TANG after breakfast.

He must be surprised that an unemployed woman spent her days at the mall.

I went straight into the mall and to the famous store.

The clerk, who was the same person yesterday, was enthusiastic, “Miss, we have new arrivals today. I will give you to try."

I parried her hand and showed her that I was not being followed by a fat cat to pay me. Instead, I held out my bag.

She looked at me. "What do you mean?"

"Return it."

She looked incredulous. "What are you saying?"

I took out a letter of commitment from the package and showed it to her. It clearly stated that the goods could be returned and replaced within a week, provided they were not damaged or soiled.

Now the brand shop had humanized management, otherwise business would not be good.

The clerk looked at me with a complex expression, took the bag from my hand, took out the clothes and checked it carefully.

Go ahead and check it out. I checked it out beforehand anyway, and I can't see any flaws.

A few clerks looked around for a long time, and I looked at them coldly. "If you make the clothes bad from touching it, it will be your responsibility."

When they heard this, they gave up and reluctantly returned the money to me.

"Card number, please."

"What card number?"

"The bank card number that paid this dress at that time!" The clerk had a poker face.

"No, just give me the cash."

"No, it will be returned to where it came. You paid by your bank card, so it will return to that bank card only.

Damn it, if it returned to Calvin’s card, it had nothing to do with me.

Needless to say, the jewelry and handbag were bought with Calvin’s card, and they could only be returned to his card.

I sat on the sofa wondering what to do.

If returned, the money would be returned to his card. In that way, I got nothing. But I won’t give up.