No One But You novel Chapter 29

I felt that if I struck him, I would get my hands dirty.

I don't know when Daniel became like this.

It seemed to be too hasty for me and him from love to get a license for a year.

I shook off his hand and strode over to his house.

He followed me, brainwashing me along the way, “My mother cooked a lot of food to welcome your parents today. It's hard for her to do that."

Yeah, she never liked me, so when we got married and the parents met, she kept a cool face.

My mother advised me that because Daniel's mother had raised him up alone, and now he was married, there was always a sense of loss. She asked me not to mind it.

I didn't mind these little things, but his mother cooked lots of dishes today not because she had a conscience, but because did it for her son.

"Did you kneel to your mother many times in private?" I saw with my own eyes, Daniel knelt in front of his mother to beg for forgiveness.

Such mother-child relationship was relatively rare to see.

"Anyway, Josephine, don’t be angry. If you're in a bad mood, you know my mother's temper. If she tells your parents everything and they find out you're having someone else's baby, they will be shameless."

As I looked at Daniel, my anger had peaked.

If it weren't for the law, I'd shoot him.

However, I didn't argue with them that it was because him that I got pregnant. I just looked at him, “Daniel, you know my personality. Even they know about it, they are my parents, they will understand me, but you will have no way back.

"Josephine." He suddenly plumped down on his knees in front of me, clutching my hand and ignoring the passers-by who were watching us.

"Get up." I looked down at the top of his head through gritted teeth. "You are embarrassing me."

"Josephine, I know you're mad at me, but you had no idea what was going on that day, and I was afraid you might be worried, so I did not tell you," he said.

"Fuck off. I don't want to know what happened." I gave him an impatient kick.

"Look, look." He suddenly uncovered his clothes, revealing two black and purple shoulder blades. "It's been more than a month, and those people aren't people at all."

I looked at his back in surprise and forgot to pull him up. "How did that happen?"

"That night, after we had dinner and you were too drunk, when I was going to take you home, they approached me and asked me to leave you, of course I said no. They directly took both of my arms off without a word."

"Took off?"

"Dislocated, both arms were dislocated. It was so painful!" He raised his arm. "I'm no match for them," he said, "They're professional. They can squeeze me to die with their little fingers. I could only watch them take you away."

"You mean I was robbed?"

"Yes."

I stared at him and almost believed him.

"I was taken away, why didn’t you call the police? And you didn’t tell me afterwards. And then you hid it from me, asked me to give birth to the kid and took you a million?"

"Those people are powerful. If I called the police, you would be in danger. When you woke up and seemed not to remember what happened that night, so I did not say anything, lest it would leave a shadow in your heart."

“That is very touching. Should I be moved?" I took a step back. "Stay on your knees if you want to!"

Then I turned around and I heard him get up to keep up.