No One But You

Chapter 62 Beat Him

Bennett and Stella took all those things that Zofia had brought me into the house. Zofia and I sat down

in the courtyard outside the villa. She could not take her eyes off my stomach and even ignored the

drink Stella gave her.

"The baby's father is not Daniel?" it was a long time before she asked.

"No. I didn't know who the father of the baby was until a week ago."

"What the hell is going on? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"It is useless to tell you this. Can you put back the clock?" I drank half the bottle and wiped my mouth

with the back of my hand, "I am living in a luxurious house now. Tomorrow, I'll live in a more luxurious

manor. You can get there with me. Come work in this city. I'll protect you!"

Zofia rolled her eyes, "Stop talking nonsense. Tell me what the hell is going on."

"I was sold by Daniel. Then, I divorced him. The wife of the man who bought me couldn't have children.

So, he divorced his wife and would marry me." I suddenly realized that I was good at summarizing.

What happened in the past few months was summed up by me in a few words.

Zofia was confused while she heard my words, "Tell me in detail. I don't understand."

I could not tell her the details. The clearer I said, the more awkward I felt.

But Zofia wouldn't let me go until I said it.

It took me an hour and a half to make Zofia clear what happened.

She looked at me for a moment after hearing it, and then stood up, "We'll have dinner after I get back."

Before I could stop her, she ran out of the yard.

I could guess what she was going to do.

Zofia and I were similar to in character. But she was just not as crazy as I was. We had always been so

close.

Half an hour later, I received a call from Daniel, who seemed to be furious, "Josephine, is Zofia a

psychopath? She knocked on my door and beat me with a stick after I opened the door. Now she threw

the stick and left!"

Sure enough, I knew Zofia was going to beat him up.

There was nothing to say to people like Daniel. Just beat him up.

"You haven't been beaten to death?" I was indifferent.

Daniel was extremely angry, "Josephine, we're divorced and don't have anything to do with each other

anymore!"

"You took so much money from Brooke. What's wrong with being beaten up?"

He was visibly shocked, "How do you know about Brooke?"

I didn't bother talking to him anymore and hung up.

Twenty minutes later, Zofia came back with high spirit and held out her hand to me, "Taxi fare!"

I gave her some money. She put it in her pocket contentedly. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"What did you do to Daniel?"

Zofia immediately took out her cell phone and showed me the video.

In the video, Zofia pulled Daniel by his hair and dragged him to the front door. Then, she pounded him

with a big and thick stick in her hand. Daniel might be too shocked and did not fight back.

It was particularly enjoyable to watch the video. But I had one question, "Who took the video as you

were beating Daniel?"

"It just so happened that there was a delivery guy. So, I asked him to take a video for me and gave him

10."

It seemed that the delivery guy could be part-time and take videos of beating people up for others.

I had watched it several times before returning the phone to Zofia. The delivery guy was really clever to

give Daniel a close-up in the end. Daniel looked like an idiot with his twisted face.

Zofia went to wash her hands. Then, we had a good dinner.

Bennett cooked as well as Lucy, Calvin's servant did.

We no longer talked about this matter, about Daniel and about Brooke who I was going to marry.

We also strolled around the housing estate for a while after dinner. Then, we took a shower and slept in

the same bed, just like we used to slept together when we were in college.

On the footstool beside the bed was my wedding dress to wear tomorrow. It was very beautiful and

eye-catching. But Zofia did not even touch it.

Brooke also asked someone to send the bridesmaid dresses, which were expensive and beautiful.

They were all handmade and the pearls were sewn on by hand.

Zofia and I lay on the bed. We talked until midnight.

She said, "Tomorrow is an important day for you. Good night!"

I smiled and closed my eyes.

After a while, I heard Zofia's sleepy voice again, "Will I see Calvin tomorrow?"

"Yes. I and he get married on the same day."

A makeup artist came to make up for me the next morning. I was calm.

Originally, I was not anxious at all. I was a person who could accept the status quo. Since it had

happened now, I could accept it quickly. Whether I looked forward to it was an entirely different matter.

Every region had its own custom of marriage. The custom in this city was that when the bridegroom

came to pick up the bride, the bride should close the door to keep the bridegroom from coming in.

I didn't have to do that. I held hands with Zofia and we stood at the gate of the yard, waiting for Brooke

to pick me up.

At first glance, we seemed sad.

At nine o'clock, Brooke came to pick me up on time.

The float was a very cool sports car. I didn't know the original color of the car. Because it was covered

with flowers now.

Brooke got out of the car. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt with a dark red bow tie.

I noticed Zofia's expression. Although she always acted well, I could clearly see that she was a little bit

surprised. She might have not expected that Brooke was so handsome.

Yesterday, I looked sad. I guessed she wanted to ask me whether Brooke was very ugly.

Brooke walked to me and looked at me, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Not long. But you should understand how urgent a pregnant woman is." I looked up and laughed

indifferently.

"Josephine, what I appreciate most about you is that you are smiling whenever and wherever." He said

it sincerely.

I had been always like this. No matter how sad I felt, I would be strong in front of others who were not

my friend.

I introduced Brooke, "Zofia, this is my buyer, the Knight family's young master."

I was used to talk nonsense. Brooke had no choice but to accept it. He nodded to Zofia politely, "Hello,

I am Brooke."

Zofia grinned at him, "Mr. Knight, I feel sorry for you. You've never seen how crazy Josephine is."