No One But You

Chapter 23 I Had Never Thinking of Marrying You

I returned the room to him and lived in the guest room.

The guest room, next to his, was large and comfortable.

Lucy, the cooker, had great skill. I ate three bowls of rice in the evening. Sally covered her mouth to

suppress her laugh.

Calvin had a sharp tongue while helping me with food, “You are not afraid to make yourself too full?"

Because of the fever, I had soup and water for several days.

I gave the empty bowl to Lucy once again, “Fill it, Fill it."

Their rice was very delicious. I would take some back home when I left.

After the meal, Sally cut the fruit after the meal and put on the tea table, and then left with Lucy.

I didn't know if Calvin had ever brought women back to live with him, but they knew what to do.

There was brain-damaged variety show on TV. I laughed heartily when I saw them.

Sitting on the sofa opposite me, Calvin looked down at his phone, glancing at me from time to time,

then at the TV screen with a look of disgust on his face.

He thought I had a bad taste.

But it made me laugh heartily.

What should I do if I didn’t laugh? Should I be sad and cry?

I finished watching it, and he did not go to sleep in the room, enduring my laughter.

After laughing and eating, it was time to get down to business.

I was not a muddle person. Now life was good, but it was not what I wanted.

I put away the smile, cross-legged sitting on the sofa, looking at the opposite handsome man.

"Hey." I said.

He looked up at me. "Finished?"

"Yes, I want to talk to you?"

"What?" He laughed in disdain.

"Tell you your decision."

"What decision?"

"This child and I were both an accident to you. Maybe you drank too much and Daniel framed you."

There were so many women who want to climb into Calvin's bed. He didn't have to pay a lot of money

to sleep with me.

"And then?" He put down his phone and looked at me with arms folded.

"I don't want the child. I want to have an abortion." But for his sudden appearance, I would have

finished the operation and now I have to suffer a second time.

His face was clear in the lamplight, and even the fine pores and the downy hair on his temples were

visible.

But I couldn't see his emotions.

As if it was hidden behind a thick barrier, but there came the danger.

I pretended that I don’t understand, so I went on, "You don't have to pay me a dime. I don't sell my

body or my child. Since you slept with me without knowing it, we're done."

"How do you know I was not knowing it?" He said suddenly. His voice was cold and heavy, “Perhaps, I

slept with you under the collusion of me and your husband."

"Am I a fairy?" I asked.

He sneered, “You are overthinking."

"Since you do not think I am a fairy, and there are so many women want to sleep with you, you do not

need to do so."

After a few days getting along with him, although I did not know Calvin very well, at least I knew

something about him.

He was not a gentleman, but he was by no means a bad man.

At least, he was not as mean as Daniel.

"Don't you think it's a loss for you to sleep for nothing?"

"How can I not lose? Extorting a large sum of money?" I was laughing my head off. I just said I didn't

want money.

"Do you want me to spend the rest of my life with the money earned with my body and my baby?" I

wouldn't spend that money if I were dead poor.

He looked deeply at me. His eyes at the moment was like a glacier and suddenly melted when they

met the warm sun, and then it continuously flew into my heart.

It almost got me in a lost.

"Generally speaking, if a woman has a child of mine, by now firecrackers are being set off to celebrate."

"Celebrate having your bastard son?" I scorned.

He suddenly looked at me with a very strange look, and after a while, his eyes were filled with a smile,

“Do you want to be my wife? You can say it directly."

What? Could he be mistaken?

I never thought of it that way.

I was thinking my words. He sat down next to me, raised his hand and touched my short hair. His voice

was languid. "That depends on how you do. If you do a good job and make me happy, I'll consider

taking you."

"Take me what, am I a ghost, or are you a wizard?"

He suddenly picked me up and walked to the elevator. I was afraid I would fall off and had to put my

arm around his neck.

"Yeah, I'm a wizard, and I'm going to trap you in my bottle." There was no ripple in his voice.

I was nervous and turned my face to avoid his eyes, “Clean bottle is used by Avalokitesvara. Are you

uneducated?”

“I studied finance at Harvard, and you said I'm uneducated?" He got into the elevator and I reached for

the floor.

"Finance is finance, and it doesn't mean you are educated."

"You've got a sharp tongue. You will suffer for being a journalist like this."

"I'm a journalist, not a prostitute. Why should I be likable?" I was to seek truth from facts and explosive

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He carried me into his room. I put my hand on the door and refused to go in, “You are in the wrong

room, I live next door."

“Don't you want to marry me? If we don't try, how will I know if you're good or not?"

"I never thought of marrying you." I jumped out of his arms and held on to the door to get my footing.

"You'll have the wrong idea," I said. "I mean, I'm going to have an abortion and get back to my normal

routine."

Before the light could be turned on, his face looked gloomy by the light in the corridor outside.

"What do you mean by your normal routine? Go back to living with the man who sold you?"

Daniel? I definitely would dump him. It was impossible for me to have anything to do with Daniel since I

hated him

I was going to find him after I get well after the miscarriage.

"It's my business, you don't have to worry about it."

“Why bother approaching me if you're going to have the baby aborted? Why do you want to know who

the father is? Or are you disappointed to see me?"

"I'm a curious person. I just want to find out who the person is and break his leg."

He approached me step by step. The chilly air made me shudder, “I am standing in front of you now,

you can break my leg."

"You're a victim too. You don't know about it, so forget it." I leaned against the door and pressed my

fingers against the wall.

I was nervous. I didn't know why I was nervous right now.

I was more nervous because I sensed his anger.

Why was he angry?

Because I was going to break his leg, or was I going to abort the baby?

I bowed my head and tried to slip away. "Ok, that's all I have to say, I will contact the doctor again to

arrange the operation."

He grabbed my hand and clasped my wrist. "The baby is mine. If I don't agree, how dare the doctor

have operation on you?"