Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 17

Edwin and I drank late into the night.

I ended up telling him about my grandmother.

Edwin sighed. “That boy never forgot about her. He’s been visiting her too…”

Propping my chin on my hand, I nodded. “Oh, he’s alive? That’s good. If he can still visit her, then her sacrifice wasn’t in vain.”

“I’m not the kind of person to hold a debt over someone’s head. This is fine.”

I nodded again, thinking of how unlike Benjamin that boy was—a true wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Edwin pulled me into his arms, his voice dropping to a deeper tone.

“You might not expect anything in return, but he does.”

“Baby, give me a chance, will you?”

I neither agreed nor refused. I was already falling asleep.

Seeing this, he smiled in defeat, as if I had utterly bested him. He carefully wiped my face and hands before carrying me back to the room.

That night, he didn’t push for anything. He simply kissed my lips lightly and left.

Mrs. Smith soon became more involved in managing Benjamin’s company.

Her first act was to remove Zara from the secretarial department and transfer her to the regular employee division.

Zara tried crying to Benjamin, but she got a taste of his coldness instead.

“My mom told you to go, so you go. If others can handle that work, why can’t you?”

The stark contrast was unbearable for Zara. She blamed me for Benjamin’s shift in attitude and came to my company intending to make a scene.

Unfortunately, before she could do anything, the security guards threw her out.

I only learned about it later and mentioned it to Mrs. Smith, who promptly dealt with Zara.

Later, Zara was caught stealing a company document and attempting to leak it to a rival firm. Mrs. Smith found out, and Benjamin had her fired without hesitation, demanding a large compensation sum.

With no money left—her entire income spent monthly—Zara had to sell off the luxury gifts Benjamin had given her to pay the debt.

Her fall from grace was as swift as it was brutal.

Edwin’s work was paradoxical—busy at times, yet relaxed enough that I could see him almost every day.

One afternoon, he was waiting outside my office, ready to take me to a newly opened restaurant nearby.

As we headed downstairs, a commotion erupted in the lobby. Security guards were trying to stop a slippery young woman who wriggled free and charged at me.

“Sophia, it’s all your fault!”

A glint of silver flashed—the blade of a knife aimed directly at my chest.

Edwin reacted instinctively, shielding me with his hand.

Gasps erupted around us.

“Mr. President!”

“Call an ambulance!”

Blood soaked his shirt, though I didn’t see it. His large hands covered my eyes, his voice calm. “It’s okay now. Don’t look.”

At the hospital, the doctor stitched up his hand. Despite his protests, I forced him to let me see it.

Tears fell uncontrollably as I wiped my face again and again, but they wouldn’t stop.

“Why are you so stupid? We could’ve dodged it together! Why did you use your hand to block it?”

His face was pale, but he still joked weakly, “Just think of it as me playing the pity card. Otherwise, you’d never fall for me, never want to be my girlfriend or marry me.”

Despite the pain, he was still cracking jokes.

I was furious. “Fine! Marry you? Let’s register tomorrow! Not only that, starting today, I’m your girlfriend. Happy?”

“Good!”

“I’ll wash myself,” I insisted, trying to push him away.

But Edwin, rarely one to give lengthy explanations, softly teased, “Are you sure you have the strength? Or have I not worked hard enough?”

Flushing with embarrassment, I glared at him.

Afterward, he tucked me into a warm bed. Just as I drifted off, I faintly heard a phone ringing. Too tired to care, I let it be.

Edwin picked it up, only to hear Benjamin’s voice on the other end.

“I’ve thought things through, Sophia. Let’s get married. I’ve booked us an appointment for tomorrow!”

Edwin chuckled coldly.

“Too late. We just got married, and my baby is currently passed out on our bed.”

He hung up and blocked the number.

News of Benjamin faded after that. The next I heard, he had been forced into an arranged marriage.

A month after registering our marriage, Edwin and I held our wedding.

Married life made him even clingier.

Every evening after work, he would come find me for dinner.

Colleagues joked that he was hopelessly henpecked.

But Edwin wore it like a badge of honor.

“Being cared for by my wife? That’s a blessing. You wouldn’t understand.”

The employees nodded in agreement.

“Ah, yes, yes, of course.”

“It’s true. A blessing indeed.”