Marriage behind the wall.

Chapter 4:

David Smith heard my words, his face was extremely disgusted, but his hand moved from his neck to his chin, his black pupils looked at me, as if he wanted to see right through me.

In this terrifyingly quiet atmosphere, there was only the strong smell of alcohol.

After a long time, she laughed mockingly, "What do you want to do?"

I now, naively thinking that he believed me, opened my mouth, "The fingerprint on the marriage agreement is my seal, as long as you don't press it back, I'm yours."

The man pushed me away, took the driver's seat, and said nothing.

But driving back home, throwing me in the bathtub full of ice water, grabbing my hair and saying, “Do you think I'll believe the words that come out of your mouth? A woman like you, at most, is only worthy of being a b***h by my side.”

At that moment, I was sober, with David Smith's distaste for me, how could I trust my words?

I struggled in the water, he didn't care, just when I was about to drown, he pulled me out of the tub, then we went from the tub, to the window sill, to the sofa, finally going to bed, trying out various poses…

My body is already full of wounds, then it makes my lower half swollen and painful, every touch makes me cry until I cry, I cry and cry to stop, he It's like you didn't hear it at all.

I finally fell asleep.

When he woke up, in front of him was a white wall, next to him was a bottle of sea water.

I am completely sober now.

When I remember the words I said and the things I did yesterday, I hate that I can't find a hole to hide in.

I was in the hospital for 3 days.

In these 3 days, except for the wounds on my body, I still have to apply medicine in private, although no one asked me the reason why I was hospitalized, but through the eyes that every time the nurse looked at me, I I know, I'm afraid they already know.

After 3 days and then discharged, David Smith did not appear.

The first thing I did after being discharged from the hospital was to call Stella.

Fortunately, this time she picked up the phone, after hearing my situation, aggressively took the car to the hospital, after putting aside my worries, immediately took me to her 40-square-meter dilapidated house. she.

Entering the door, I habitually moved the pile of clothes on the sofa to take out an empty space, then sat down.

Stella moved a small chair, sat down beside me, lit a cigarette herself, took two deep breaths, and then asked, “Tell me, what happened?”

Even though she was asking me, the expression on her face told me that she understood it all a long time ago.

I didn't have anywhere to explain it at the right time, so I told her what happened in the past few days.

Stella listened as she smoked a cigarette, waited for me to finish, then she slammed the end of her cigarette down on the ashtray in her hand, clapped her hands and said, "You really aren't a white rabbit anymore."

"What?"

I originally thought that Stella would scold me.

She just complimented me, I didn't react in time.

Stella sat up straight, said in a seasoned tone, "You, don't give up on him in a hurry, but have to be soft and fasten, that man, starting from the chest, then you can pay attention. arrive."

Her point was very clear, telling me to keep hanging out with David Smith.

But that night 3 days ago, even though I was drunk, I couldn't forget that painful feeling, "Never mind, I'm really scared, he's a beast!"

"Never mind what." Stella came over, sat on the pile of clothes, put her arm around my neck, "You've been talking about him every day since many years ago? In the past, I cut out the newspapers related to him and pasted them, now that the meat has reached my mouth, can you say no?"

When she said that, I was dumbfounded.

That's right, the me of the past, always thinking, isn't it possible to meet David Smith again, and then marry him?

"I can always follow you, like a shadow chasing the light of a dream..."

The melodious phone bell rang.

I installed this song a long time ago, remember when I first heard it, I almost cried.

David Smith for me, is roughly that ray of light, knowing that there is no result, but I keep trying desperately, wanting to become better, growing stronger, hoping that one day, there will be be on the same level as you.

Hold his hand, then confidently introduce yourself.

When I rummaged through my pocket to take out my phone, seeing a familiar number on it, I was so startled that I almost dropped my phone.

When I rummaged through my pocket to take out my phone, seeing a familiar number on it, I was so startled that I almost dropped my phone.

Luckily, Stella helped me keep it.

She saw a string of nine numbers on the screen, and suddenly she guessed right, “David Smith?”

I nodded silently.

The ringtone of the phone continues to ring.

Stella saw that I didn't want to answer the phone, and frankly said, "I'll pick it up for you." When finished, press the listen button.

She just pressed, scared me so much that I immediately pulled He picked up the phone again, put it to his ear, and said with a trembling voice, "Hello."

"Where?"

The man's impatient voice quickly came from the phone.

My heart trembled, took a look at Stella, said, “…at my friend's place.”

“Be at home in an hour.”

After David Smith finished speaking, without giving me any chance to refute, he immediately hung up the phone.

His words were like a holy order, although Stella kept telling me not to do what he said, I didn't dare, but in the end, she pulled me back to put on extremely meticulous makeup, and even told me to do it. Check me out a few things.

After that phone call ended, with an hour and a minute left, I knocked on the door of David Smith's mansion on time.

He opened the door, looked at his watch, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"What?" I purposely blinked at him.

He looked at me, unable to hide the surprise on his face, but quickly turned around, pointed to a bag of documents on the small tea table and said, "Sign it."

"What is this?" I said, walking over there, pouring out the documents in there.

A credit card also fell out.

Inside was an agreement, to be more precise, it was the allowance.

My heart tightened.

Without waiting for me to finish, the man explained, "Being my elf for one year, 150 million a month, and a card with a limit of 150 million cannot be cashed..."

"I do not do it." He didn't finish speaking, I interrupted immediately, put the agreement back on the small coffee table, saw that David Smith's face was not good, said in a very calm tone, "Sorry, I was drunk that day. , miscellaneous talk."

I was drunk that day, when I was sober, it was really hard for me to accept such things.

After all, I have grown up in an orphanage for 19 years, received the help of many benefactors, and ended up being the 'spouse' of the rich...

"It's fine if you don't sign it, tomorrow I'll go get the marriage certificate with Alva Ron, and I'll have an even bigger wedding."

David Smith walked up to me, sat on the sofa, legs crossed, leisurely in no hurry.

Hit the snake and hit the head.

This sentence of yours really grabbed my fatal point.

Thus, the calculation for the Ron family is considered to have been achieved, but what kind of person David Smith is, by then, he certainly has a way to force me to vomit the 4% stake...

Against you, I'm afraid I'll be swallowed up to even a bone fragment.

I stood still, thinking for a long time, no matter how I know, if I want to make the Ron family not able to live well, I can only follow this path of David Smith.

"Are you done thinking about it?"

Hearing David Smith's urging, I said nothing, bent down, grabbed the pen beside me, frankly flipped the agreement to the last page.

I was about to sign my name when I discovered that there was a clause on it, which roughly reads: I cannot have any excessive intimacy with other men, and at the same time cannot. interfere in his relationships with other women.

I suddenly understood, this is the hole that David Smith dug for me, making me forever humble and unable to raise my head.

I was silent, originally wanted to sign Alva Ron's name on it, but when I had just signed two words, the word Minh hadn't finished yet, the pen was suddenly snatched by him.

Immediately, the top of his head came with a chilling warning, “Jesse Ron, are you trying to make fun of me?”