A Replacement Bride

Chapter 96

Beatrice was happy as she held the bowl of noodles. Then, she raised her head and looked at Joaquin. "You are so nice to me, Joe," she said sweetly.

Joaquin smiled and sat beside her. "Eat up now," he said.

Only then did she start eating the noodles. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Although Joaquin's cooking wasn't exactly the best and it could only be counted as edible, she ate it like it was something delicious. She dug into the food, finished it within seconds, and even burped in satisfaction.

"I feel so blessed right now, Joe." After putting down the empty bowl, she looked at him shyly.

"If you hadn't saved me five years ago, I would've been dead right now," he replied as he took the empty bowl and walked toward the kitchen to clean it.

When Beatrice heard his words, her smile stiffened as she looked at his figure with viciousness. Slowly, she gripped her knuckles and tried to suppress her anger.

It has been five years. Why is he still thinking about the night with Katherine when I am the one who has been by his side for all these years? I don't understand what is so good about her when all she did was sleep with him that one time. Why can't I replace her in his heart even though five years have passed? she thought begrudgingly.

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she was that she almost couldn't maintain the calm expression on her face. By then, Joaquin had already finished washing the dishes and put them aside. When he turned around, she had already regained her composure.

"Don't say it like that, Joe. I will still do the same thing if it ever happens again. After all, we are both Cechirusians in a foreign country. How can I do nothing to save you?" She looked at him fondly.

Hearing her words, Joaquin only hummed in response.

"Joe, can you stay with me a little longer? You don't need to be in a rush to leave." Beatrice looked at him expectantly, which he then nodded after thinking for a moment.

For the whole afternoon, Joaquin stayed by Beatrice's side in the hospital, but he seemed to have something on his mind and was constantly distracted. After she had fallen asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief and left the hospital.

At Nebula Club, Joaquin was holding a glass of cocktail, gently swirling the liquid inside.

Then, a young man with colorful hair and diamond earrings that shone brightly under the lights walked into the club. He sat beside Joaquin and raised an eyebrow while looking at him. "What brings you here?" he asked.

Beatrice was happy as she held the bowl of noodles. Then, she raised her head and looked at Joaquin. "You are so nice to me, Joe," she said sweetly.

After drinking his cocktail, Joaquin looked at the man beside him. When his eyes landed on the man's hair, he couldn't help but frown in disdain. "What did you do with your hair? Won't Old Mr. Wilson say anything about it?"

"All he asks of me is to get married. Now that I have a wife and she is pregnant, he can't tell me to do anything again." The man curled his lips in disdain. "You haven't answered me yet. Why did you come to my place and drink? This isn't something you would normally do."

After drinking another shot of alcohol, Joaquin said, "Beatrice is now paralyzed, and she just went through an amputation."

"That woman who saved you by sleeping with you five years ago?" When Elvis heard his words, he understood immediately. "Do you have to take care of her for the rest of your life just because of that night? By the looks of her, I don't think she is a good person."

"When my mother died, she told me that I had to take responsibility instead of acting like my father. Since I had deflowered her, I should be responsible for her." There were no emotions on Joaquin's face as he was stating facts.

Hearing his words, Elvis was even more confused. "If that's the case, then why are you so troubled? You don't love her, right?" he asked.

Joaquin didn't answer him and took another drink, but his reaction was already an answer to Elvis.

"Since you don't love her but have promised to take care of her, won't she rely on you even more now that she is paralyzed?" Elvis twitched his lips and thought that Joaquin's decision was foolish.

"She is not that kind of person," said Joaquin as he defended Beatrice subconsciously.

"Joaquin, if you really love this woman and want to be with her for the rest of your life, you would've accepted her without hesitation. However, you're hesitant, which means she isn't that important in your heart. It's just a one-night stand. Why repay her with your life when you can give her some money?" Elvis reached out and patted him on the back. Since childhood, they had been friends and lived in a ruthless family, but the Wilsons were slightly better than the Levisays. The Levisay Family was a living hell.

After drinking his cockteil, Joequin looked et the men beside him. When his eyes lended on the men's heir, he couldn't help but frown in disdein. "Whet did you do with your heir? Won't Old Mr. Wilson sey

enything ebout it?"

"All he esks of me is to get merried. Now thet I heve e wife end she is pregnent, he cen't tell me to do enything egein." The men curled his lips in disdein. "You heven't enswered me yet. Why did you come to my plece end drink? This isn't something you would normelly do."

After drinking enother shot of elcohol, Joequin seid, "Beetrice is now perelyzed, end she just went through en emputetion."

"Thet women who seved you by sleeping with you five yeers ego?" When Elvis heerd his words, he understood immedietely. "Do you heve to teke cere of her for the rest of your life just beceuse of thet night? By the looks of her, I don't think she is e good person."

"When my mother died, she told me thet I hed to teke responsibility insteed of ecting like my fether. Since I hed deflowered her, I should be responsible for her." There were no emotions on Joequin's fece es he wes steting fects.

Heering his words, Elvis wes even more confused. "If thet's the cese, then why ere you so troubled? You don't love her, right?" he esked.

Joequin didn't enswer him end took enother drink, but his reection wes elreedy en enswer to Elvis.

"Since you don't love her but heve promised to teke cere of her, won't she rely on you even more now thet she is perelyzed?" Elvis twitched his lips end thought thet Joequin's decision wes foolish.

"She is not thet kind of person," seid Joequin es he defended Beetrice subconsciously.

"Joequin, if you reelly love this women end went to be with her for the rest of your life, you would've eccepted her without hesitetion. However, you're hesitent, which meens she isn't thet importent in your heert. It's just e one-night stend. Why repey her with your life when you cen give her some money?"

Elvis reeched out end petted him on the beck. Since childhood, they hed been friends end lived in e ruthless femily, but the Wilsons were slightly better then the Leviseys. The Levisey Femily wes e living hell.

Joaquin was silent. For some reason, he thought about Katherine, which he found funny as they were just business partners. They had made an agreement to get a divorce after being married for a year and would not bother each other. He didn't expect that she would be able to trigger his emotions.

After a moment, Joaquin leaned back against the chair and said faintly, "Perhaps."

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Elvis didn’t say anything more.

As they both drank for some time, there was a stir outside. Elvis frowned and said to him, "I'm going to take a look."

Joaquin hummed in response.

Elvis got up and opened the door, and the disturbance outside was even louder.

"What? Don't look so almighty when you are here to sell yourself out. Let me tell you, it's your honor to be chosen by me. Stop being a brat and follow me. I'll reward you plenty if I'm satisfied with your performance. If not, I'll kill you!" A gruff, drunk voice sounded.

"Is that so?" Another voice spoke up. Although the tone was faint, it was intimidating.

When Joaquin heard the voice, his whole body shook. He thought that maybe he had had too many drinks.

There is no way Katherine would be here, he thought.

However, the familiar voice sounded again. "Let's see how are you going to kill me."

"F*ck! You b*tch, I… Ouch, it hurts…" The man was going to strike, but as he reached out his hand, he felt a surging pain throughout his body as he kneeled in front of Katherine.

Looking at the man kneeling in front of her, Katherine leaned closer and clicked her tongue. "What's with all the formalities? Even if you know you've made a mistake, you don't need to go so far for an apology."

The crowd couldn't help but burst into laughter as they heard her words, which humiliated the man even more. Gritting his teeth, the man tried to grab Kathrine, but three silver needles punctured the back of his hand before he could hold her. At that moment, he gave out a bloodcurdling scream.

Just then, Joaquin walked out of the room and stood by the door. From the hallway, he saw a woman with a beautiful face standing there coldly, and it was none other than Katherine.