From Contract To All My Life: I Own You

Chapter 23 The First Night After Marriage

The door was opened, and the servant outside was about to knock on the door. The servant took back

her action and breathed a sigh of relief. The servant had knocked on the door for a long time, but it

didn't open. At first, the servant thought something had happened to Joy. She was so anxious that she

was about to call Jimmy.

In fact, this was the sleeping habit of Joy. If it weren't for someone shaking her, she would have been

difficult to wake up, so she didn't hear the knock on the door just now.

"Madam, it's time for you to go downstairs for dinner."

Surprised, Joy turned to look out of the window and found it was sunset.

"I'll get washed first."

After saying that, Joy closed the door and went back to her bedroom without looking at the servant

again.

Joy walked to the bedside table and took out her phone. It was just half past five, and she set the alarm

for six o'clock. She didn't expect to be woken up in advance. Joy muttered a little, and then went to the

cloakroom to change her clothes.

Two minutes later, she changed her clothes and went downstairs quietly.

She walked carefully as if she was afraid of being found.

At the corner of the stairs on the first floor, she peeped around the living room secretly. She didn't go

downstairs until she didn't see Jimmy.

The night always came very fast, and Joy was also frightened in the night.

Tonight was the first night after they got married.

At this time, Joy stood in front of the window of the bedroom and watched the outside without blinking.

She had been in this state for more than two hours, but she did not see Jimmy's car coming back.

Don't think too much. She was not looking forward to seeing Jimmy. She just want to know when

Jimmy will come back and make preparations in advance for a fierce battle.

Joy raised her wrist and found that it was already twelve o'clock. She guessed that it was too late for

him to come back.

Taking off her coat, Joy went back to bed. Perhaps she had slept too much today, she was not sleepy

at the moment.

The large bedroom was so quiet that no sound could be heard except for her breath. The sadness

could not be suppressed, just like flood, pouring out in all directions.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and splashed on the white pillow. Joy's suppressed crying echoed in

the bedroom.

Some things would go out of control once they started, just like Joy, who was crying in bed at the

moment.

Joy also knew this, but maybe she had suppressed it for too long, and there was something that

needed to be released.

Joy didn't remember how many years she hadn't cried, maybe ten years, maybe fifteen years. But she

clearly remembered that since her father had a car accident, she had learned to be strong, because

crying could not solve anything.

But now, her newly married husband didn't come home at night.

Although their marriage was just a contractual marriage, she had been full of expectations for marriage

and family since childhood. What was happening now was totally different from her expectations. It was

not for anything else, only because of upset feelings.

After a long time, Joy fell asleep. Her little face was covered with tears.

The sun shone through the window into the room. It was already noon, but the woman on the bed

hadn't woken up yet.

Joy's sleeping face was terrible. Half of the quilt on the bed was pressed under her body, and her

nightgown was rubbed off by her.

Suddenly, she kicked the half quilt off the bed with great strength.

Standing at the end of the bed and seeing this scene, Jimmy twitched his mouth. If he lay beside her,

would he be more miserable.

Her gesture is so rude.

Jimmy despised her in his heart, but he still picked up the quilt on the ground and covered it on her

legs.

But Jimmy stopped halfway.

In her dream, Joy always felt that someone was staring at her. His gaze was so cold that it pierced into

her skin like a sharp sword.

Suddenly, Joy opened her eyes and looked around in a daze.

Jimmy's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know what to do with the quilt.

She had a pair of clear eyes. He had always thought so, but now she was looking at him in a daze.

Seeing Jimmy standing by her bed, Joy suddenly woke up. But when she saw the messy bed, she

lowered her head awkwardly.

Jimmy just looked at her without saying anything, which made the atmosphere even more awkward.

Unable to bear such an embarrassing atmosphere, Joy plucked up her courage, lifted the quilt on her

body, and ran into the bathroom without putting on her shoes.

Seeing that she got out of bed barefoot, Jimmy frowned unhappily.

Joy thought Jimmy had left after she took a shower, but when she opened the bathroom door and

came out, she saw Jimmy reading a magazine on the sofa.

Although she was disappointed to see him still here, she couldn't show it. It was fucking depressed.

Although Jimmy was reading the magazine, he noticed Joy's reaction from the corner of his eyes,

including her disappointment that she had hidden all the time.

"What? You don't want to see me?"

Jimmy's cold voice came from behind the magazine.

Hearing this, Joy's heart beat harder. She looked around with a guilty conscience, but her words were

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"No, I didn't. This is your home."

As soon as she finished her words, Jimmy smashed the magazine on the tea table. He stared at her

with his sharp eyes, which made Joy nervous.

"Come here."

"Do you want me to hug you?"

Looking at Joy who stood still, Jimmy's cold tone became colder.

Joy didn't want to go, but when she heard that he was going to hold her, she was frightened and

hurried over. But before she could stand firm, she felt that her hand was pulled by him and her whole

body was pouncing on him.

Jimmy took over Joy, held her in his arms, and just kissed her.

Joy stared at Jimmy with her big eyes. Apparently, Joy was still in a daze.

Jimmy opened his eyes and looked at the wandering Joy. He bit her unhappily to punish her distraction.