No One But You

Chapter 25 My Girlfriend

It seemed to be weird between me and Calvin.

He took me out to dinner, opened the car door for me, and fastened my seatbelt.

"What would you like to eat?" He asked me over his shoulder as he drove.

"I thought you had it all figured out when you were coming to pick me up for dinner. Don't you know that

when a man asks a woman what she would like to eat, there's only one answer?" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“What?" He asked me with interest.

"Whatever."

He smiled. When he smiled, I found some joy in his eyes.

This man's eyes were attractive.

I took one look and turned to the mirror to straighten my tangled hair.

He took me to have beef. The beef was roasted on top of barbed wire. It tasted so good. And it was the

best ever.

"Does it taste good?" He cut large pieces of beef into small pieces with scissors and put them in my

plate.

"Just fine." I ate as much beef as he gave me. I can't afford to eat such expensive beef at ordinary

times. I would eat as much as I can when I was with a fat cat.

He stopped barbecuing and looked at me with his chin in his hand. "You ate a lot."

"Shouldn’t I eat a lot since you treat me to dinner?" I tapped the clip in his hand with my chopsticks,

“Bake it, I haven't had enough."

He obeyed, placing chunks of pink beef on the barbed wire and continuing to roast.

The open flame licked the beef, turning the pink to beige.

This kind of beef was particularly easy to cook, and the fat was wrapped in the inside, unlike the

general meat with fat meat and lean meat separated, which would be greasy to eat.

Anyway, I liked pork streaky as well, as long as it was meat.

I liked meat before I got pregnant, and then I became a carnivore after I was pregnant.

"You don't eat vegetables?" He took carrot into my bowl.

I took it away with my chopsticks, “Don't try to feed me like a rabbit."

He didn't eat much, but watched me eat.

I looked up at him, with a piece of beef in my mouth, “Are you bankrupt? Is you money only enough for

me alone to eat?"

He raised the corner of one lip and smiled with evil, “I like to see you eat."

I buried my head eating my food and listened to him talk about his love history, “When a girl was

chasing me, she said she like meat. When we had a dinner, she ordered two steaks. Do you know how

much two steaks are?”

"I don't know." I'm too lazy to use my head.

"Two steaks add up to a kilo of beef. After eating half of them, she couldn't eat any more. She threw up

in front of me and later I never ate beef again."

He thought it made me sick, but he failed.

I smile happily, looking at him, “What you treated her to eat certainly was not the expensive steak,

otherwise she would loath to vomit."

“How many women in the world do you think eat as much as you do?"

“I'm just pregnant."

"How about before getting pregnant?"

"Eat more." I ate all the beef and held my chin waiting for dessert.

He ordered my favorite durian cake and durian pudding. I took a mouthful, the smell of gas leaking

through my mouth.

Perhaps because I looked so happy, he scooped a small piece of my cake into his mouth.

"Well?" I asked.

"Not as delicious as the look on your face."

"What a waste." I finished off the dessert on my plate, nodding contentedly, "Delicious."

"So, shall I bring you here next time?"

"Ok." If he was willing to pay money, I was willing to pay my stomach.

Just as I was getting up, someone who seemed to be an acquaintance of Calvin came up to our table.

"Calvin." The man was surprised, “How rare you come out for lunch."

As they talked, I sat down and continued to eat.

It was so delicious, I wonder if I should take some to the movies.

I heard the man inquire after me. "Who is this?"

"My girlfriend." His answered directly.

My tooth faltered and I bit the edge of the plate, but my tooth was strong, or it would have collapsed.

I wasn't paying attention to what else they said.

The words ‘my girlfriend’ shocked me.

In fact, when idle, I searched about Calvin. It was said that he did not have admitted a girlfriend.

Was I the first one?

I didn't think I was his girlfriend. I was a surrogate.

He seemed to be taking care of my feelings, and soon ended the conversation. He gently lifted me up.

I blocked his hand very unkindly. I did not need him to help me since I was not in my seventies. I was

just in my early pregnancy.

He took me back to his house, and I sat on the copilot, glumly looking out the window.

One of his hands was on mine.

I shook him off, turn around and look at his pretty side face, “Don't call me your girlfriend in front of

other people again."

"And what are you?" He asked.

"Nothing." Not even surrogacy. I was not planning on having the baby.

He didn't say anything more. As he turned the corner so sharply that I almost fell over him.

He walked me through the door. Before I could sit down in my room, someone delivered the food.

I smelled the strong durian smell from the box, looked at the logo on the box, and guessed that Calvin

had asked the restaurant where we had dinner to deliver the dessert just now.

He observed me thoroughly and could see that I liked the dessert.

But I was so stuffed at noon that I couldn't eat a bit more.

I asked Lucy put the dessert into the refrigerator, and went back to the room to take a nap.

Daniel called just as I was drifting off to sleep.

I hung up but he called again.

.I pressed the speakerphone and threw it away.

"What?”

"Josephine." His voice was mournful, "You have to help me."

"That's funny." Hearing his tone, I felt he went into troubles, so I immediately filled with spirit.

I sat up in bed, grabbed my phone and said, "I have no job and no place to live right now. How can I

help you?"

"Josephine, I've been demoted and will probably be fired."

"What does it matter to me?"

"I was demoted by Calvin."

"But Calvin is not a member of your group."

"But he's a partner of our group. With his one sentence, our chair can even let me die."

His voice was frightened and full of helplessness.

It was like he was more helpless than the day I was kicked out of the house.

"What has he reduced you to?"

"Marketing specialist."

No wonder he was upset. Marketing specialist was the most basic position in their Marketing

Department, that was, a salesman. Anyone could do it.

He turned to a salesman from a general manager. No wonder he begged me in embarrassment.

"Why do you come to me? How can I help you?"

"I know, you and Calvin live together now."