No One But You

A Bomb Gift

She was stating it instead of questioning, so it was her conclusion rather than asking me.

I kept sticking the lobster shell with a fork. It was too hard and the fork was a little blunt, so I didn’t

manage to pierce the shrimp shell after sticking it for a long time. I could only throw away the fork,

staring at Mrs. Knight with my hands cupping my cheeks.

She was looking at me in the same way, “We met three months ago. Do you still remember what I said

to you before I left?”

Of course I did, she said I didn’t love Calvin.

But I was silent.

“Now I take it back. You have fallen for Calvin.”

She had a unique perspective. Though she appeared to be gentle and mild, she had a pair of sharp

eyes.

I smiled and still didn’t say anything. She picked up my cup and drank up all the lemonade, “I know

you’ve already known who I am. Yes, I am the concubine of Calvin’s father. But do you know why I put

myself in a position like this, without a status?”

“Do not tell me it’s because of love.” I couldn’t help saying it. “You are in love with his father, so even

though you know he is married, you still stay with him without being recognized. It’s a touching reason,

but I don’t approve your behavior.” I shrugged.

If a man loved a woman, he would give her everything he could, including a marriage.

If the man couldn’t even give her marriage, it meant he didn’t love her at all.

As a concubine, Mrs. Knight must have been wronged in the family. But since Calvin’s father accepted

his woman being treated like this, there would be no love at all.

A lot of thoughts were going in my mind, but I didn’t say a word.

It wouldn’t change much even if I spoke, and she wouldn’t change her life just because of a few words I

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She seemed to lose the interest of talking to me and suddenly reached out to shake my hands,

“Anyway, I think you made a mistake.”

Whether it was wrong or right, it has already happened. I married to Brooke a few days ago. It was the

second marriage for us both, which was fair.

Zofia walked in holding two large plates with meat. She didn’t see who was standing beside me and

shouted, “Oh my god, I just saw Alaskan long-legged crabs, so fresh and meaty. I brought five…” She

walked to the table and saw Mrs. Knight and swallowed the rest of the words.

Mrs. Knight stood up immediately, looked at Zofia with a smile, “You are a good friend of Josephine,

suit yourself please.” She nodded to us and walked away.

Zofia was holding the plates with her mouth wide open. She kept staring at Mrs. Knight’s back

dumbfoundedly for a while until she turned around and sat down beside me, “So she is the one called

Mrs. Knight? Calvin’s biological mother?”

“Uh-huh.” I was picking arctic shellfish and sweet prawns out of the sashimi platter.

Zofia held my fork and stopped me from eating, “She has a really good temperament, and was super

good-looking. No wonder she could give birth to a handsome guy like Calvin.”

She was bragging about how handsome Calvin was to me again, which was kind of annoying.

“Will you eat or not ” I pointed at the sashimi in her plate, “I’ll take it if you don’t.”

“What did Mrs. Knight say to you?” Zofia asked me while filling her mouth with sashimi.

I didn’t even lift my head up, “She said I made a mistake.”

To my surprise, she nodded, “Actually I think you made a mistake too.”

It was my own business and my own decision to decide whom to marry. I was the one to live through

my decision, so even ten thousand people told me I was wrong, it didn’t matter.

Zofia had a certain delicacy. She shut up and continued to eat finding that I was not that into this topic.

Zofia and I were both gormandizers. Although we couldn’t eat a dozen of noodles at once like those

youtubers did, we were definitely good at eating buffet.

Why bother talking nonsense before food? What matters most was filling the stomach.

A waiter walked over and passed me a well-packaged box, “Are you Mrs. Knight?”

I didn’t respond to it for a while, scratched my head and suddenly remembered that I was the young

mistress of Mr. Knight now.

I nodded and said, “I am.”

“Someone presents this to you.”

I was not that far-sighted. Though I didn’t know where this present came from, it was better than

nothing.

I took it and thanked the waiter, trying to unpacking it.

Zofia squeezed by my side and said, “Who do you think it is? Who will send you a wedding gift?”

How would I know? Just unpacked it first.

It was a heavy wooden box inside.

It was not a pleasing box, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt it looked like an urn.

Seeing I stopped, Zofia reached out to help me open the box.

It was right at this moment, before I realized what was happening, I was suddenly dragged up by

someone behind. He turned around and held me tightly.

All I heard was a boom, and the box on the table exploded.

I used to watch a drama where the female protagonist received a gift and found out it was actually a

bomb inside. I just didn’t expect that would happen to me too.

I stunned for seconds and broke away from the person who was holding me immediately, “Zofia, Zofia!”

It was a total mess on the table, even my sashimi was almost cooked through, excluding a burnt and

tasty scent.

I finally found Zofia on the ground. She was lying under the table.

I hurried to pull her out and she sat up right away. She said with a dull face, “What happened? Why

would the box explode?”

“Are you okay?” I looked at her up and down. She touched her head and said to me dumbly, “My

head’s still here.”

I was satisfied with her findings, took a long sigh of relief and turned to see who my hero was.

As soon as I saw who it was, my face turned black. It was Calvin, and he saved me.

The security guards and Brooke went over. Brooke looked at me and asked, “Are you okay?”

It was completely useless. Could I stand here vigorously if I was not okay?

“Go find out who sent the box.” Calvin kept looking at me the whole time, and threw a glance at Brooke,

“Brooke, since you married her, you have the responsibility to take care of her.”

Brook was staring at Calvin. I was afraid he would say something like “I would take care of my girl” that

made my teeth tremble. Luckily, he didn’t say that.

I helped Zofia stand up. Brook arranged for us to go to the temporary infirmary to see if there was

anywhere hurt.

Zofia and I limped to the infirmary. She turned back to take a look at Calvin and whispered to me,

“Calvin saved me! He didn’t forget to push me when holding you. He’s manly. I love him so much.”

Jesus, I just complained about him with tears to her the whole night last night. How could she betray

me and act like this when she saw him?