No One But You

Chapter 49 Did You Beat My Woman?

He held my face in his hands. "Where was the injury?"

"Man, shake gently shake, I am not a white gourd." When he pulled at my head, it made me dizzy.

He buried my face in his arms and gently pushed my hair out of the back of my head.

I didn't know how long the cut on my head was, but the doctor had to put a lot of stitches in anyway.

I didn't know what did it look like on the back of my head, or the doctor sewed me a flower. He looked

at me for a long time, then suddenly bent down to pick me up.

"I only hurt my head, but not my leg."

"Be quiet." He looked uglier than I did and walked out of the hospital with me in his arms.

He put me carefully in the back seat of the car. Sally sat in the passenger seat, Calvin started the car.

I couldn’t lie on my back. I had to lie on the back seat, like a turtle.

I still felt dizzy, since I lost lots of blood.

I ask Sally, “Do you still have milk candy?"

She whipped it out of her pocket and gave it to me.

With a piece of milk candy in mouth, I felt instantly less dizzy.

He didn't say a word and asked me why I had been beaten up, but since he didn't ask me and I didn’t

tell.

When we got to his house, he lifted me out of the car and carried me all the way into his house.

There were other people in the living room besides Lucy, a man and a woman. The woman was the

one who threw a stone at me in the afternoon, and the man with a frightened face was her husband.

When we came in, the man pulled the woman by the hand and ran up to us. First he kicked her in the

leg and made her kneel right in front of me. Then he slapped her hard.

"Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight..." The man, too, fell on his knees in front of us. "This woman is not sensible and

offended Mrs. Knight. It is my lack of discipline. Please forgive us.”

I corrected him in Calvin's arms. "I am not his wife."

The male frightened, “Right, but you will be his wife in the future. This woman talked disorderly, she

knew nothing..."

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I was not used to a big man kneeling in front of me. Calvin held my hand, without even looking at them.

He went around them and carried me into the elevator.

Through the glass door the two men could be seen on their knees, the man kept scolding the woman

repeatedly, “Are you bored with your life? How dare you throw stones at her? Why didn't you crush me

to death? Do you know who Mr. Knight is? Do you think you can be equal to him by living in the same

neighborhood with him? Why don't you die, you silly woman?"

Tired of hearing this, I buried my head in his arms. "Your elevator isn't soundproof."

"Yes, that must be changed." He walked out of the elevator holding me.

He put me on the bed and turned on the lamp, frowning at me with his hands on the bedside table.

Suddenly he pulled my trouser on leg apart, revealing a long, twisted scar from last accident.

"I've only known you a few months, and you are in tatters."

"It's not too late to return me now." I could not lie flat on my back, but lay on my side. My head was

dizzy, and I could vaguely hear the curses of men and the cries of women downstairs.

"What have you done to him? Why are they scared like that?"

"What could frighten them like that? There are only two of them. One is money, and the other is life."

He pulled up the quilt for me.

"Is that money or life?"

"Money is his life."

"Cutting off one's wealth is like killing one's parents. Forgive them." I did not know what Calvin did to

them. They must not be poor since they could live in this villa area. That man must be a businessman.

Calvin was likely to cut off his money, so the man was scared.

He leaned over and stroked my cheek with his finger, but his voice had no emotion. "Since he dared to

throw a stome at my woman, how can I give him something to live for?"

This was quite domineering, and I should be moved.

But I was the one who pissed her off.

"I exposed to her the fact that her husband was raising a mistress, so she became angry from

embarrassment."

"I don't need to know what you did. I just saw what she did to you."

"And what if I do it first?"

"I don’t care, you are my woman, you can do whatever you want." He was carefully pulling at my hair,

looking at the cut on the back of my head.

"I cannot do whatever I want." I snorted to make myself more comfortable in my pillow.

"What are you going to do with them?"

“Why are you so soft? Don't be soft on someone who hurts you."

"I didn't say I was soft. I just wanted to know how you would handle them."

"That man made a bid recently. His wife has made such a big mistake that he has to spend some time

taking care of her, so let him lose some money, not much, which was just enough to pay his debts by

selling the house."

I understood what Calvin meant. He said he didn't want them to live in this community any more.

In this way, I became a woman can not be offended. Presumably the other several women would have

to walk around the road after they saw me.

Calvin wanted to get such a result by dothing it.

Now that he had made up his mind, there was no need for me to intercede with that woman, as a

matter of fact, she did it first.

I did not ask Calvin how he knew the ins and out of this matter, but it was not difficult for him to know.

He would find out by asking a few people.

Then he went downstairs, and I slept in a daze.

Afrer sleeping for a while, I suddenly woke up. Before I had moved, I immediately heard the voice of

Calvin, “Are you hungry? Lucy made dumplings, and stewed chicken soup. Shall I ask her to take

chicken soup with dumplings for you?"

The back of my head hurt. I can't eat any thing even if it was dragon meat.

No."

"Have you got a headache?"

"Will you try to get hit with a brick?"

He turned on the lamp, and his handsome face appeared in front of me. He was still in his shirt, not in

his pajamas.

I looked at him with confuse, “Did you just come back or was ready to go out?"

“I am back."

"Where have you been?"

"Hit a man."

“Who?” I noticed that the knuckles on the back of his hand were skinned and oozing blood.

"Guess?" Without telling me the answer, he turned to the bathroom to wash his hands.

How would I know who he punched? I didn't think it was the man tonight. He had been so cruel to cut

off his money, so there was no need to beat him up again.

Thinking made my head ache more. I close my eyes and stop talking