No One But You

Chapter 67 Make Some Sound

"What noise?" Zofia sat cross-legged on the bed like a monk.

"You shake the bed hard. It's best to hit the head of the bed against the wall."

Zofia's expression looked a little silly, "Why?"

"Just shake it!" I showed her how to shake the bed, "Like this, this way..."

She tried it. Then she covered her face and said to me, "Oh my god, this sound is so shameful. If

others hear it next door, they will think something happened in this room."

"Really?" I was very happy. "Just shake it like this!"

"Are you insane?" Zofia looked at me.

"Hurry up!" I kicked her.

Then I sat on the footstool next to the bed and watched Zofia jump on the bed.

After jumping for a long time, she was too tired and gasped. She said to me, "Aren’t you afraid to affect

others to rest?"

"No, the more we affect them, the better." I bit my lip, squinted and continued. Suddenly, Zofia leaned

closer to look at me. Her eyes rolled, "Does Fairy Dixon live in the next room?"

Zofia finally became smart this time.

I snapped my fingers, "Bingo!"

"Are you trying to make her misunderstand what the two of us are doing something?" Zofia scratched

her head and was confused.

"Misunderstanding what are we two doing? Are we two making sex?" I rolled my eyes at her. I felt a

little thirsty, so I went out of the bedroom to drink water.

Brooke Knight was still reading on the sofa.

I walked behind him and found that he was reading a difficult and incomprehensible financial book. This

person was so boring. He could actually read those so boring books. "Does your house have any extra

guest rooms?"

"Don't you say that Zofia is afraid of sleeping alone?" He didn't look back.

"I mean you! Why do you have to sleep in the same room with two girls since your house is so big?"

"If I’m driven away to the guest room on the wedding night, Grandpa will find someone to break your

leg tomorrow morning." He closed the book and looked up at me, "Have you ever thought about the

sound that you just made? Originally, Calvin didn't have any thoughts about Fairy Dixon. After you just

made that sound, maybe it turns him on now."

That was good. Behind the wall, my bed was against their bed. I could hear what they were doing.

I drank water and lay back on the bed. I didn't hear any movement next door for all night.

Zofia looked at the ceiling with her eyes wide open. Suddenly, she shook her head and sighed, "Two

newly married couples, but they have their own thoughts."

"Cut the crap, sleep!"

I was almost asleep. But Zofia still talked to me, "Have you ever thought about how to tell your parents

about these?"

Let nature take its course.

I didn't answer her, but just turned over and looked at her back spine.

"They will know sooner or later. I think you should tell them before the child is born. Otherwise, they are

still looking forward your wedding with Daniel happily, but in the end, you hold others’ child to appear in

front of them. Do you think they can accept it?"

"Isn't it better to get everything done?" I poked her back, "Stop talking nonsense! Just sleep."

Zofia went to sleep soon but I didn't.

I always felt sleepy after pregnancy, but I couldn’t fall asleep tonight.

Until midnight, I finally fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up with two big dark circles under my eyes. I was very depressed.

Just when I was sitting in front of the dressing table and wondering how to cover up the dark circles,

Brooke suddenly appeared at the door of my bedroom and knocked on the door, "Go downstairs and

serve the tea to Grandpa at 7:58."

The time was so exact?

I turned my head to look at him, "You family don't eat breakfast in the morning but drink tea first?"

"It is the rule to serve the tea on the first morning of the wedding."

I hated rules the most, but I had already been married with him.

I woke Zofia up and asked her to record the scene when I served the tea.

She slept drowsily, sitting on the bed with a messy hair and looking at me, "Why do you want to record

it?"

"This kind of life is rare. Record it for me first. Maybe I can use it to write novels in the future."

"You have nothing else to do?"

I didn’t answer her. I just put on a light makeup. Stella came in with my clothes in her arms, "Mrs.

Josephine, I'll help you change your clothes."

"Don't call me Mrs. Josephine. Just call me by my name." I glanced at her arms, "I can't wear the

cheongsam."

"This is specially made for you."

"I don't like wearing cheongsam. The collar makes my neck uncomfortable."

"This is the tradition in our family.” Brooke’s voice came again. I looked around the room and saw him

behind the desk in the study.

Go to his shit tradition.

I took the clothes and accidentally dropped it on the ground. I stepped on the cheongsam with one foot

to pick it up. It could only be heard the cracking sound. I yelled with regret, "I was so careless. I broke

the cheongsam!"

Stella’s face paled with fright, "Mrs. Josephine, there is only one cheongsam."

"I can wear something else."

Stella picked up the cheongsam from the ground. I pulled it very hard just now, so there was a big slit in

the cheongsam. Brooke suddenly appeared at the door of the bedroom. He frowned slightly and looked

at the cheongsam in Stella's hand, "Did you do it on purpose?"

I showed the cheongsam to him, "Look, the slit goes so high which almost reach my armpit. If you don’t

mind, I can wear it."

He couldn’t do anything to me, "Dress decently."

"As long as I don’t wear a nightgown, it’s none of your business." I went to the cloakroom to look for

clothes. I was pregnant for several months, so I had to find the clothes which I could wear it

comfortably and it also looked pleasing to the eye.

I found a woolen dress. I put it on and walked out of the cloakroom.

Brooke was already dressed. He wore suits and leather shoes. He looked really good in formal wear

just like Calvin.

Why did I think of Calvin again in the early morning?

I was about to walk past him. He grabbed my wrist and said, "Hold my arm."

"Why?" Why should I have to hold his arm?

He suddenly clasped my wrist and put it across his arm. He used a lot of strength. My tears almost Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

burst out because of pain.

I raised my head and glared at him. His expression was stern which was not as gentle as usual. "You

can't be willful here. Josephine, since you marry me, you have to abide by the rules of our family!"

It was just the first day after the wedding. How could he treat me like this? It pissed me off.

I immediately held on to the door and yelled, "It hurts... My belly…"

Maybe he was worried about his child, so he immediately let go of his hand. Although he knew that I

was pretending, he couldn’t do anything to me when I said it hurt.