Back in the days of dating Josephine Holland, Denver Petal had already experienced his fists. The tall and handsome young man, just because his sister was crying, found him and gave him a beating without a word.

Denver Petal was lost in thought and had already walked up to him.

Frank Holland looked up at him, his face tense and expressionless. He stood up and grabbed his collar before delivering a punch.

Denver Petal took it and said in a muffled voice, "How is Josephine?"

Frank Holland’s fist swung again.

Denver Petal blocked it with his hand and requested, "Don’t hit the face."

Frank Holland delivered a heavy punch to his abdomen.

The soft place hurt naturally when hit with a hard punch. Denver Petal grunted, his striking eyebrows tightly furrowed.

"You still care about your face?" Frank Holland looked at him, let out a heavy breath, withdrew his hand, his voice cold and rigid, each word shot out as if made of ice shards, splashing onto Denver Petal’s delicate, handsome face. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Denver Petal smiled, "My wife would be distressed to see it, of course I must cherish it."

"You’re married?" Frank Holland’s grip on his collar tightened, disbelief etched on his face.

Is this man actually married?

Who allowed it?

He delivered another heavy punch to Denver Petal’s abdomen, gritting his teeth with anger, "You have the audacity to get married? I’ll let you marry!"

Denver Petal did not fight back, letting Frank Holland vent his anger with several punches.

In the end, Frank Holland stopped himself, slowly released his grip on his collar.

Denver Petal looked into his bloodshot eyes, suddenly spoke slowly, "I made Josephine suffer, I’m sorry."

Frank Holland’s expression changed slightly, gazing at him for a long moment, then lowered his head and sat back down in the chair.

It was this sentence.

Every time in the past, when he beat Denver Petal, the man never fought back or dodged, and in the end, would still look at him and say this sentence.

He always treated him as a future brother-in-law, always recognized him.

Yet now, this man is actually married.

Wandering abroad for eight years, he accompanied the wandering for eight years, even threw away his favorite basketball, tried to forget that incident, returned, reunited after a long separation yet felt no joy.

He got married?

Josephine must already know, no wonder she’s been downcast these days.

Frank Holland interlocked his hands, clenched them into fists.

Denver Petal stepped up and sat next to him, speaking in a low voice, "Eight years is really too long, I’m sorry."

Frank Holland said nothing.

Denver Petal looked at his expressionless side profile, hesitated slightly, asked again, "How exactly is Josephine?"

He was quite worried, but seeing Frank Holland like this, he knew she probably was out of danger.

If something were truly wrong with Josephine, this man here definitely wouldn’t just be hitting him, he’d be fighting him to the death in minutes.

On this point, Denver Petal knew him well.

Sure enough—

Frank Holland glanced at him, "Stomach’s been washed, hasn’t woken up yet."

"I’ll go see her." Denver Petal let out a breath, stood up, seeing Frank Holland silent, then stepped towards the emergency room.

Josephine Holland was lying there, not yet awakened. Her bright face pale as a sheet of paper, lips white, looked truly pitiful, her brows furrowed, covered by a black men’s suit jacket.

Denver Petal looked at her, only feeling complicated emotions.