No One But You novel Chapter 50

I did not sleep soundly at night. He woke me twice, and forced me to eat a bowl of chicken soup with dumplings in his hands.

I hadn't eaten much today, but the back of my head hurt.

His eyes burned. "Do you want me to chew you up and feed you?"

It sounded disgusting, so I had to eat half a bowl of it before he let me go back to sleep.

When I woke up in the next morning, Calvin had gone to the company.

He was a very diligent person and never went to the office late every morning.

Though he had a rich family, he was clever and diligent.

It was only weird l that such a man should not succeed.

It was easy to become lazy when you're around successful people.

It made me think that no matter how hard I tried, I would never get better than he, so you I gave up trying.

I devoted myself to do a waste wood, until one day I would loathe oneself.

My head was a little better. It wasn't a skull fracture but skin broken. After the pain of stitches, it was bearable now.

I went downstairs to have dinner. Lucy made me black fish porridge, which smelt good without fish smell. I enjoyed it a lot.

The phone rang in the upstairs room, Sally hurried upstairs to help me take the phone and ran downstairs to me.

I thanked her and glanced at the screen. It was Daniel.

I was upset to see his phone call and the cut on the back of my head seemed to hurt even more.

I put my phone away and went on eating. I had to fill myself up before I could talk to him, or I wouldn't be able to eat after what he said.

When he called again after I had had enough to eat, I answered it.

"What?"

"Josephine." He seldom called me by my full name, but his voice sounded as faint as if he had been beaten by frost.

"Do you have a terminal illness?" I was a bad woman and I cursed him early in the morning.

He sounded more desperate than terminally ill. "I'll wait for you at the door of the civil affairs bureau," he said. "Remember to bring along your ID card or something."

What was going on?

Yesterday I got a brick in the head, and today my reaction was a little slow. It took me a second or two to ask him, "Why?"

"What can the two of us do at the Civil Affairs Bureau? Do you think we are going to get married?" He was so upset over the phone.

Daniel was out of his mind. Did he agree to divorce me?

I was jumped up from the sofa. Sally and Lucy hurriedly held me, lest I did not stand on the ground.

"What did you say? Are you willing to divorce me at last?"

"Would you mind not sounding so cheerful on that, Josephine?" He sighed heavily.

The more he mourned, the more I was pleased.

It was nirvana for me to divorce a baster.

I should thank him.

I hung up the phone and rushed upstairs, walked into the room to change clothes, found a red coat after rummaging through the cupboard.

I understood now, yesterday that several women behind my back said I was a mistress and forced intervention between Calvin and Fairy Dixon before I got divorced.

So he rushed to Daniel last night and hit him hard.

Some people had to be dealt with simple and brutal method. If I had known that Calvin would not have given him his old job again and paid him twenty million yuan. I would have divorced him by just beating him like today.

I hung up in a good mood.

Daniel looked at me without batting an eyelid, “Did he say why he beat me?"

I shrugged my shoulders and spread out my hands. "He told me the punch bag in the gym he punched yesterday was broken."

“What do you mean?” Daniel looked at me like an idiot. "Could he take me as a punch bag?"

I walked into the civil affairs bureau laughing, and he followed me in a rage.

"Can you be rich enough to do what you want? Can you beat me if you want to?" he shouted after me.

“Sure!” I honestly told him the answer, "To be rich means to do whatever you want. Why else would you want to be rich so badly? Why did you sell me for two million?"

He looked even more depressed, even angry.

But there was nothing he can do. It seemed that Calvin's fist was more convincing and frightened him more than the man behind him.

When I went to the divorce window, I took out my ID card and put it on the table. Then I looked over my shoulder at Daniel.

He fumbled about in his bag for a long time.

I looked at him and said, "The punch bag is still not fixed today, so tell me if you want to be hit."

Almost as soon as I finished speaking, he pulled out his ID card from his bag and placed it next to mine.