No One But You

Chapter 8 I Live Here Tonight

He probably didn't expect me to be so shameless and snatch it up again. With both hands in his

pockets, he was looking down at me.

Stella explained, “Miss Josephine, this gentleman knocked at the door and said he is your friend, so I

let him come in."

"Mr. Knight is really my friend, but don't let everyone in next time."

Stella nodded, “I will make tea."

She walked into the kitchen, and I stuck the phone in the back of my neck like I had done the morning.

Calvin looked at me, suddenly smiled, “What your editor-in-chief said is right, you are the most

shameless one of your company.”

I shrugged with indifference.

I was a girl and inexplicably got pregnant. The child was not my husband’s, and now I was being kept

as a canary in this luxury villa. Sure I was shameless.

"Mr. Knight, either you follow me or you know where I live."

He looked at me calmly. His eyes were beautiful. In the light of the crystal lamp, they had not been

suppressed by the dazzling light.

"Didn't you know that cell phones have an automatic location function?"

Oh, I really forgot about that.

Maybe my phone suck, except it was pixelated and didn't do anything.

I stepped back, “Mr. Knight, I can return it to you tomorrow. Why are you in such a hurry? Are you not

going to keep your promise?”

"I have a very important phone call I have to take tonight."

I was about to say something, but I felt numb in my chest and was shocked.

It was Calvin's cell phone that rang and vibrated in my pajamas.

He held out a hand. “Give it to me.”

If I gave it to him, I lose my chips.

"I can answer for you."

I knew I had gone too far, for there was a faint trace of anger in his eyes.

Calvin was a man who never showed his anger. If I can see his anger, then he was really angry.

However, I had no way out. If I gave up this opportunity, I would take the initiative to give up looking for

clues.

I can't give birth to a child if I didn't know whose child it was and then be kicked out.

I can't just sit there and wait.

So, I grabbed the phone and raced into the room, and closed the door.

Just as I was about to lock the door, Calvin kicked open the door.

It was lucky that I dodged, or I might have been crushed to death by the door.

I looked at the door plank lying on the ground, froze for a moment, and then the mobile phone in my

hand was grabbed by Calvin.

He got through as soon as the bell stopped ringing and walked quickly to the balcony to answer the

phone.

I sat on the sofa by the broken door and looked at the straight back of Calvin.

His coffee-colored windbreaker melted into the darkness of the night, and his body was indistinct in the

mysterious night.

He talked on the phone for more than ten minutes, then came in and stood before me.

"You have nearly delayed my business, and it will be of no use tearing your bones apart."

His voice was solemn, but a little more subdued than it had been.

I looked up at him. He was tall, and now he was standing and I was sitting. With my neck up, I felt in

pain.

I suddenly smiled, “Mr. Knight, you know the structure of my residence very well and you found the

terrace easily."

Just now, I felt something was wrong.

Sitting here for ten minutes, it wasn't until he turned around that I remembered that he had just

answered the phone and walked right to the patio door, reached out, opened the door and walked out.

This door was to the left, counterclockwise, abnormal. I fought with it for a long time when I was here,

but Calvin wrenched it open.

I was a journalist, so I was perceptive. Many people were not as insightful as I was.

He looked at me for an instant. Originally a straight line of mouth gradually turned up, emerged a

beautiful curve.

"Kind of interesting." He said.

He was either irrelevant answer or he can't answer my question so he digressed.

I reached out to him. "Give me back the phone."

He raised an eyebrow to see me, “Give it to you?"

"I haven't agreed to give it to you. It's mine now."

He tossed the phone high up, then caught it firmly, but wouldn't give it to me.

The phone rang again, but it wasn’t the phone he was holding.

He took another phone from his windbreaker pocket, looked at it, frowned and connected, “Hello."

“Calvin! The voice over phone was big. The female voice was affectedly.

A woman's face immediately came to mind.

Too full apple muscle, and too perfect European double eyelid.

Miss Yao, the one dressed in the 19998 dress this morning,.

"Calvin, where are you? I went to your house, but your nanny said you weren’t there.”

"I'm not at home. Go back." He lifted his eyes to look at me.

I must have made his conversation difficult, but I wasn't going to shy away and stood up straight in front

of him.

"Calvin, where did you go? I was so anxious to wait for you. I couldn't sleep at all when I got home!"

"I gotta go." He hung up the phone.

He looked at me, then turned and walked out of the room.

I followed him. "You kicked my door. I am a dependant. It is their property, and you must pay for it."

He hurried downstairs with a series of small steps. His downstairs posture was particularly handsome.

I followed to the door and heard the roar of an engine outside.

I've never driven a sports car, but I've seen it.

I hadn't heard a sports car in days, and it was so close and parked right in front of the door.

I laid prone cat eye and took a look, I turn head to smile to him, “your girlfriend is outside now. Think

clearly, if you go out, you will be special trouble."

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I didn't lie to him. Miss Elena was really here.

I guessed that she had located Calvin's phone, so it was easy to find him.

It was really annoying to have such a difficult girlfriend.

His hand had been laid on the doorknob, but drawn back.

He was so smart and he certainly knew that if he went out and let Miss Elena see me, she would cry.

He did not want to feel ashamed.

He turned and came very close to me.

I was suddenly dizzy, for as he drew near I could smell the familiar smell of tobacco.

Although it was faint, it was special, so I remembered it deeply.

His voice drifted over my head. "I'm going to stay here for one night."

I quickly came back to myself. "You can sleep in my bed."

His lip horn passing disdain and disgust smile, “You had no taboo.”

"You look so handsome, so it is ok."

"If you want to work in DonHiu Group, stay away from me tonight," he said, staring at me coldly.

"Ok."