Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 66: Call Me Husband One Last Time, Tell Me You Love Me Once More
Josephine Thompson’s mind exploded, staring at him in terror and anger, "What did you say?"
She really couldn’t believe her ears.
At this moment, he still dared to make such a shameless request?
Nathaniel Gallagher’s breath quickened, lowering his head to kiss her, "Josephine, from now on, we are strangers."
"One last time, let me ’love you’ one last time."
Josephine avoided his thin lips, and with even more anger wanted to kill him, "Nathaniel, you’re shameless, you’re despicable..."
"Say whatever you want, I just want you one last time. I want you to remember today, to never forget me."
Having said that.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her completely.
His kisses were messy and urgent, like a beast starving for a long time suddenly catching its prey.
"Uh... let go, someone come!" Josephine panicked, immediately wanting to call in the bodyguards.
Seeing this, Nathaniel Gallagher suddenly reached out to cover her lips.
Immediately after.
He pressed her onto the nearby sofa.
The divorce agreement in his hand became crumpled.
"Do you want the divorce papers?" Nathaniel Gallagher handed the crumpled divorce papers in front of her.
Josephine’s breath caught, she immediately reached to grab them, "Give them to me."
Nathaniel Gallagher raised his hand again.
He just let her see, but not touch.
"Be good, if you want the divorce papers, behave."
"Call me husband one last time, say you love your husband one last time..."
His expression was obsessive and frenzied.
As if he were a demon about to destroy everything.
"Nathaniel, you lunatic, let me go!"
Josephine was both shocked and frightened, struggling with all her strength.
Unfortunately...
She was no match for him at all.
With one hand he could completely control her.
Moreover, he was too tall, too strong.
In front of him, she was like a little kitten not yet weaned, any resistance was futile.
"Nathaniel, don’t make me hate you, let me go..."
Nathaniel Gallagher sneered grimly, directly tearing her clothes apart, "Anyway, you already hate me this much, a bit more won’t matter."
"Wife, I love you, I really like you. Unfortunately, our fate as husband and wife has come to an end in this life."
"I just want to hold you one last time, after this, I won’t ever touch you again, please don’t reject me, okay?"
Having said that.
He suddenly kissed her lips, greedily and frantically.
"Mmm, no..."
He was like a beast.
Hunting wildly.
The breath in her throat was blocked, the pain nearly made her faint.
"Wife... wife, call me husband again, say you love your husband..."
Nathaniel Gallagher was utterly deranged.
He kept forcing her to call him husband, forcing her again and again to say she loved him.
...
Two hours later.
Josephine was almost in a daze, her soul seemed to be possessed.
Her body no longer belonged to herself.
Once again, he pushed the limits of his horror.
In the past.
When they got married, he was a very elegant and gentlemanly man.
He would never use such... vile methods on her.
But ever since the divorce proceedings began.
He changed.
Each time more terrifying than the last.
Making it unbearable, forcing submission, deeply realizing that the devil was beside her...
...
From day to night.
Then from night to morning.
Josephine was already exhausted, like a dead person without any sensation.
For the last time, it ended.
Nathaniel Gallagher, eyes red as blood, kissed her forehead, then tucked her in.
Then.
He got up and dressed.
Placed the divorce agreement and two property transfer agreements on her desk.
"Wife, I’m leaving!"
"In the future... take care of yourself, if you encounter any trouble, you can always come to me."
"I know you hate me, in the next life, I’ll atone for my sins!"
Having said that.
He got up and left.
Even though he was reluctant a thousand times over.
But he knew, it had to end completely between them.
He had heavier emotional debts to repay.
He could only fail her, abandon her.
...
At eight o’clock in the evening.
Josephine had slept for more than ten hours before slowly waking up.
"Ugh ah... cough cough..."
She opened her eyes groggily.
The room was dark, not a single glimmer of light.
She felt as if her whole body had been run over by a truck several times, not a spot without pain or soreness.
"Cough cough..." She staggered to her feet, took a long time, finally clearing her head.
"Nathaniel, you demon!"
Her nose tingled, tears uncontrollably slid down.
He was too ruthless.
Yesterday, he had truly tormented her as if intending to kill.
She deeply felt, men could be terrifying to such an extent.
"I hate you..."
Inside, she felt terribly bitter and cold, more afraid he’d played another trick on her.
Enduring discomfort.
She got up and turned on the light, searching everywhere for the divorce agreement.
Fortunately.
The divorce papers were on the desk.
Josephine’s heart trembled, she hurried over to check.
It was indeed the divorce agreement.
It had his signature and seal, as well as the lawyer’s stamp.
Having read the divorce agreement, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Now, as long as she could get divorced, she didn’t want to pursue anything else.
"Thankfully, thankfully..."
Josephine breathed a little easier, then saw two more agreements below, along with a combination lock box.
"What is this?"
She picked it up and took a look.
These were two property gift agreements.
One was a cash gift amounting to 5.2 billion in alimony, the other was the transfer procedures for a commercial estate.
Josephine’s heart tightened, instinctively flipping through the property gift agreement.
The 5.2 billion cash transfer voucher, and the title to the commercial estate in a prime downtown area were neatly stacked. At the bottom right of the agreement, Nathaniel Gallagher’s signature was forceful enough to penetrate the paper.
"..." Josephine was stunned for a long time, a feeling of indescribable discomfort in her heart.
This was far beyond what she had ever imagined.
She just wanted a divorce, never considering taking anything from him.
Later on.
She opened the combination lock box.
The box was filled with various pieces of jewelry.
These were all the jewelry he had given her since they met, including their wedding ring.
Each set was worth at least hundreds of millions.
The box contained no less than twenty sets of jewelry.
Each set was once a memorable and beautiful anniversary.
"..." Josephine’s eyes welled up, tears dropping onto the jewelry one by one.
If it was said he never loved her at all.
That... seems not quite accurate.
He did love her.
At the same time, the hurt was genuine.
"Nathaniel, if there is a next life, don’t let us meet again."
Josephine’s emotions broke down, and she couldn’t help but cry bitterly.
Four years of marriage.
From beauty to sighs, like a beautiful bubble rain, destined to burst.
...
The next day.
Josephine Thompson handed the divorce agreement to the lawyer.
This time, the divorce ruling came quickly.
No divorce certificate, just a divorce ruling.
At the moment she received the ruling.
Josephine’s heart suddenly felt empty and could not calm down for a long time.
For someone like her, who is slow and cautious about emotions.
How rare is it to fall in love with someone?
How much courage does it take to decide on a flash marriage?
Without a doubt.
She once loved him so deeply.
Unfortunately...
Such a sighing ending is really unworthy of such an exciting beginning.
...
A week later.
Josephine’s mood gradually stabilized a bit.
Master Thompson finally came out of intensive care and was transferred to a regular VIP ward.
"Grandpa, open your mouth, have another bite." Josephine carefully fed her grandpa with porridge.
Master Thompson, due to a cerebral infarction with bleeding, although he survived, was left paralyzed on one side.
"Josephine... no more..."
"Grandpa, just a bit more?"
"Alright then..."
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Auntie Lena knocked on the door and walked in.
"Miss, there’s a gentleman outside with the last name Grant, says he’s a friend of yours."
"...A friend with the last name Grant?" Josephine frowned and quickly put down the bowl.
She left the ward.
From a distance, she saw Julian Grant holding a bouquet of fresh flowers, with a few expensive gifts in his hand, standing in the corridor.
"Julian, why are you here?"
Julian smiled as nonchalantly as ever, "Came to see our grandpa."
"..." Josephine frowned.
"Hehe~, is grandpa feeling better?"
"Mm, not bad."
"Then I’ll go in and see him."
"Uh~, maybe it’s better if you don’t go in..." Josephine hesitantly stopped him.
Although Julian saved her life.
But, fair and square, she couldn’t possibly accept Julian.
"I’m here especially to see the patient, not to see you, how can you shut someone out like this?"
"..." Josephine felt a twinge on her scalp.
Julian bypassed her and headed straight into the ward.
"Julian, wait, you better not go in, my grandpa..."
Before she could finish speaking.
Julian had already pushed open the ward door and went in.
Inside the ward.
"Grandpa, I’m Josephine’s friend. I heard you were sick, so I came to see you specially!" Julian said as he handed the flowers and gifts to Auntie Lena.
"..." Auntie Lena looked at him in surprise, a bit at a loss, glancing at his silver-gray hair.
Master Thompson lay on the hospital bed, his murky eyes glanced at Julian.
Julian felt nervous, the polite words he had prepared were completely forgotten.
"Heh... hehehe..."
Master Thompson’s brain was slightly damaged, not very clear.
Seeing Julian’s white hair, he instinctively thought it was Zimmerman, whom he fished with.
"... Old buddy, how come you’re here to see me?"
"..." Julian’s face darkened, instinctively scratched his temple.
Master Thompson opened his mouth tremulously, "Old buddy, once I’m better, we should go fishing again."
"It’s only been a few days, your hair became whiter. We’ve grown old, we must take care of our health."
Julian, hearing this, couldn’t help but brush his bangs, his toe curled in embarrassment.
His bleached granny gray hair.
Was indeed too eye-catching.
In the eyes of young people, it’s wild and trendy, assertive and unruly.
But in the eyes of the elderly, it’s just white hair.
Seeing this, Josephine quickly explained, "Grandpa, he’s not Grandpa Zimmerman, he... he’s my friend. He came specially knowing you were sick."
Master Thompson listened, eyes shifted.
He could only see Julian’s white hair and couldn’t see his features clearly, "Josephine, how come you have such an old friend? His hair is even whiter than mine."
"..." Josephine was a bit dumbfounded.
Julian’s face darkened again after hearing this.
He suddenly felt a bit reckless.
"Grandpa, he... he’s my classmate, about the same age as me."
"Oh~" Master Thompson heard and tried to open his eyes to see Julian.
With a slightly sympathetic tone, "So young, and his hair is all white, is it premature graying? Why not dye it?"
Josephine was even more dumbfounded, "Grandpa, let’s not worry about his hair."
"Young man, have a seat!"
"Uh~" Julian awkwardly smiled and forced himself to sit on the chair.
"Grandpa, are you feeling better?"
Master Thompson: "Doing well, not going to die yet! An old tough one!"
Julian: "Old tough is good..."
Finishing, he instinctively felt something wrong, suddenly nervous, and quickly corrected, "No, I mean grandpa being old tough...."
"Uh, not right, grandpa still not dying is good..."
Poof!
Josephine listening almost spat blood.
Julian’s face turned awkward, biting his tongue he quickly shut up.
He really didn’t mean to.
He’s usually carefree and a sharp talker. Having spent too long abroad, he’s used to inverted sentences. When nervous, he spoke without thinking.
"Julian, you’d better shut up now."
Julian’s face filled with awkwardness, he quickly stood up, "Josephine, I... I should go first, I’ll visit grandpa another time."
Finishing, he wished he could find a hole to crawl into, quickly heading for the door.
He’s usually fearless, assertive and unruly.
But facing the elderly, he still understood etiquette, respecting the old and loving the young.
Josephine also stood up, followed him out, "Uh, Julian, wait a moment."
Julian turned back, giving a sheepish smile, "What is it?"
"I still owe you a meal, and since you’re here today, let me treat you to a meal!"
"Uh, haha, alright!"
"Then wait a bit, I’ll tell grandpa and change clothes."
"Mm-hmm okay."
Josephine didn’t say more, turned, and went back into the ward.
A short while later.
She changed her clothes, grabbed her car keys, and left.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Anything is fine."
"Mm, there’s a Brondel cuisine restaurant nearby, it’s pretty good. Want to try it?"
"Sure!"
...
At the same time.
The Gallagher family mansion.
Mrs. Gallagher only found out today that her son and daughter-in-law had already completed their divorce procedures.
Receiving the news, Mrs. Gallagher was extremely shocked.
"Nathaniel, did you really divorce Josephine?"
Nathaniel Gallagher was sullen, "Yes, the procedures were completed a week ago."
"Good heavens! Such a big thing, why didn’t you say anything to mom?"
Nathaniel: "Didn’t you just find out today?"
Mrs. Gallagher was completely dumbfounded, "But, this was so sudden, you just got a divorce, how come I feel a little uncomfortable?"
Mrs. Dixon was also listening on the side.
Hearing that Nathaniel Gallagher and Josephine Thompson were divorced, her heart bloomed with joy.
Finally divorced, her daughter finally has a chance.
Nathaniel didn’t waste words, bluntly saying, "Mom, I’m planning to get married next month."
Poof!
Mrs. Gallagher gawked, shocked, looking at her son.
Just divorced and immediately getting married.
What kind of fuss is he making?
"Are you kidding? Just divorced, who are you marrying?"
Mrs. Dixon couldn’t contain her excitement: "Is the young master planning to marry Vivian?"
