No One But You novel Chapter 24

I looked up at him. "There are so many people who want to give birth a child to you. Why did you choose me?"

"So I won’t give a woman a chance to abort my kid!" He shoved his hand into his arms so hard that I ran into him.

His arms were wrapped tightly around my back, and I had to look up into his starlit eyes.

I was flustered.

Calvin had a fatal attraction to women.

I was a woman too, and his allure was great for me.

I was not sure if I would fall in love with him over a long period of time.

But I didn't have the guts to love him.

I used to love Daniel, but the attraction was his gentleness and thoughtfulness. My love for him disappeared when I realized that his gentleness and thoughtfulness was nothing more than stepping on me to get promoted and make a fortune.

Not even painful.

My good friend once told me that I didn't love Daniel at all, but just took things as they came.

When a woman like me really fell in love with a man, that man would like a trick on me, and I would probably never get rid of him.

I was afraid that I would fall in love with someone unreservedly, because I knew that such a person as Calvin would not be interested in me for long.

As for his marrying me, I took it as a joke.

His family has a grand pedigree. His father was an official. How could he have a high opinion of such an obscure journalist as me?

Oh no, an unemployed reporter.

My life was miserable enough. I had to take good care of myself.

My body stiffened into an iron bar in his arms. "Let go. I'm going to bed."

"Sleep right here." He picked me up again, went into the bedroom and put me on the bed.

He unbuttoned my pajamas, and I fought him with all strength.

But he was strong and I was no match for him.

Both my hands were gripped in one of his, and I couldn't move.

"What are you afraid of? Haven't we slept before?" He had a sneer between his teeth.

"I have a kid in my belly." I reminded him.

He laughed derisively. "You don't want him anymore, why do you care?"

He put so much effort into his hands that he ripped my pajamas away.

I'm not wearing a bra.

I found his pupil instantly blurred up, with heart-throbbing madness.

"Don't..." Before a second voice could be heard, his kisses were falling on me.

My fingers were cold, and my breath was short and weak.

I had a hard tongue, but I was new in matters of man and woman.

That night, I was in a state of complete amnesia and unable to feel what I was feeling.

I admitted that I was lost in the Calvin’s soulful eyes.

I was lost in his great passion.

I didn't know whether I have delusions. I felt Calvin’s passion was mixed with pain.

By the time I came back to my mind, I was almost lying in his arms naked, covered with a quilt. There should be the last line of defense between he and me.

He did not continue, but he did not release me.

He took me in his arms and pressed his chin against my neck, which stung a little.

My skin felt his skin. It was hot but seemed cold.

My senses were deluded.

If I jumped out of his arms, he would see me naked, so I chose not to move and continued to nest in his arms.

He held me tight, with the strength that can strangle me to death.

I patted his arm. "I'm choking."

He let go a little, but he still held me.

I closed my eyes, and the warmth made me drowsy.

When I was almost asleep, Calvin spoke. His voice, hoarse but sexy, let me intoxicate in it.

"I want the child, and I want you. Stay here to give birth to a child. I will help you get rid of Daniel and marry you.”

Was that his promise?

I dared not to take it.

Without saying anything, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Calvin was no longer with me.

I went to the bathroom found hickeys all over my neck in the mirror.

Now I still felt a shiver when I thought of it.

I felt my skin and saw goose bumps popping up one by one.

I remembered that he said he would marry me last night.

But when he told me he wanted the child, I felt a sense of heroic surrender.

After I washed my face, I changed clothes and went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast.

While eating, Calvin called me.

"What are you doing?" He has a deep voice.

"Having breakfast."

“Ok, what will you do after breakfast?"

“Watch TV."

"Watch TV all day?"

"Well, isn't that how canaries live?" I laughed sardonically.

"It seems you hadn't lived as a canary. That's not how they live." He said, "I'll pick you up at noon and take you out to dinner."

"I can have it at home." I had no interest to eat out.

After arguing with him the night before, he seemed to forget everything the next morning.

But I can’t. The child was growing in my belly. If I dragged longer, I can’t have the abortion.

When it grew small hands and feet, I can only have induce labor, and induce labor was cruel.

At that time, I would surely give birth to it.

But are things so unmanageable?

"I will pick you up." He hung up the phone without saying anything.

He was handsome, and he had a point.

I sat on the sofa in the hall without any skincare waiting for him.

He came back after ten o'clock. I looked at my watch and saw the man approaching me. "You have an internal meeting today at half past ten."

"Your brain is not simple, and you remember things a few days ago." He walked up to me, poked me in the head with his finger, and dragged me off the couch. "Go change."

"Well, I did."

He looked down at my jeans and hoodie, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"That's how I am." I screwed my eyebrows. "I'm not the shiny Elena."

"I never said you were her." He did not force me to get changed, “Can walk now?"

"I can't climb trees." I said.

"Can't have a good talk?" He went out holding my hands.

"No." It was strange to me to have my hand in his.

I would have preferred him to look like tsundere. But since he admitted the baby was his in the hospital, he seemed to have changed his attitude toward me.

He suddenly stopped, and I almost bumped into him, “Why?"

"Don't make me kiss you." He looked at the skin under my collar, where the hickey was still visible.

A smile rose at the corners of his mouth, unexpectedly full of joy.