No One But You

Chapter 59 I Hope We Won’t Meet Again

"You're kind of like Bonnie..." Brooketold me.

Was he blind? I was like the girl in the picture at all, even my hair

"It's not the physical resemblance, it's the fact that you're both recognizable and easy to get into

hearts."

I swore I didn't like the insight of Brooke when he spoke. I didn't like to be seen through.

I put the photo in my pockets. I wanted to know exactly what happened.

I can't only hear what Brooke said.

I would not rely on my immature judgment alone to conclude that what Calvin did for me was just to use

me as a cover to refuse the marriage of the Dixon Family.

I would like to put it frankly.

I didn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it.

I did not believe that Calvin was thinking of Bonnie at every moment he face me.

I didn't believe he resisted with the Knight Family for a week, then pulled open the skylight railing with

his bare hands and ran out and hugged me tightly in my hotel room.

All this was false.

If so, he was just an unprofessional actor who added to his own drama. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I pulled open the door and walked out of the living room.

Calvin was waiting for me at the end of the corridor.

I could tell by the way he looked that he had no idea what Brooke was talking about.

"Josephine, you..."

Before he could finish, I pulled out the picture from my pocket and held it under his nose. "This woman

is your lover, isn't she?"

I looked into his eyes. Even if he would act and hide, his eyes can not deceive me.

Seeing the expression of Calvin, I knew Brooke was not lying to me.

I slipped the picture into his hand and smiled faintly. "Do you love her very much?"

"Josephine..." He grabbed my wrist. "What did my brother say to you?"

"You go and ask him." I broke off his fingers and had one more thing to ask him, “The baby in my belly

isn't yours, is it?"

He looked at me very quietly, very quietly, and I felt that he had become a piece of wood.

His handsome features were enveloped in an indecipherable sadness, but he did not contradict, and

my heart went cold.

“If you know from beginning to end that you are not the father of my child, why do you admit it?”

“You want to find him a father, don't you?"

“I never thought of finding a father for him, because I never wanted him to be born at first. It's only

because of you that he has lived so long in my belly, that he has grown so big, and you made me have

to give him birth!” I yelled at him, completely out of my mind.

I didn't think it was great that I had to have a baby once I was pregnant.

I didn't have the ability to give him a sound family, a good growth environment. To have a child rashly

was irresponsible.

So I never intended to have him ben born in the first place.

It was only because of Calvin that he was unimpassable to me, and he convinced me that he was the

father of my child, that I let down all my defenses.

I was such a self-protective person that I looked back every few steps when I went out at night.

But now, I was sold by my husband, and then cheated by this man.

I was tricked into nothing, including the little pride I had left.

He took me as a cover, just because I was a ship desperately in need of a safe haven that I wanted to

berth at the sight of a large pier.

He caught me in my weak spot and hit me in the soft.

He gave me so much hope. He made me think I had the chips to win my life, but I didn't expect to lose

the most because of him.

I walked slowly past him, throwing him a sentence, “I hope we never have intersection.”

He did not detain me or hold me back any longer.

Their bodyguards stood in two rows, looking at us.

I walked to the door of their mansion and looked back at Calvin.

I found that I had completely forgotten the way he looked at me, the way he hugged me, and the ripple

on the corners of his mouth when he smiled.

Unfortunately, at this point I discovered that I was in love with Calvin.

He tried his best, but I got caught up in it.

His deep feeling and his strenght always lured me into his trap.

The sooner I fell in love with him, the better his odds would be.

He made me believe that he would marry me, he let me meet his mother, and tonight he brought me to

meet his family.

He knew what lied ahead, but he was willing to let me out.

That was because he did not cherish me and didn't care if I got hurt.

The woman he had to protect was the one in the picture which was now in his hands.

If only that woman stood in front of me, I’d really like to take her on.

But love was not a game you can win.

He didn't love me, even if I was a bubble of virtue.

I walked quickly out of their garden. I thought I would get lost by turning here and there, but I made it to

the gate without a mistake.

I can't get a taxi here. I had to go halfway down the mountain to get one.

I was holding my belly and walking slowly down. At this time, I had been pregant for nearly five months.

Maybe I was usually very thin, so I looked very pregnant.

A car was coming, but I didn't turn around. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Secretary Frank’s big

face leaning out of the window and said to me, “Miss Josephine, I’ll take you back.”

I walked on without looking at him.

He parked the car in front of me, then got out and held my arm and pulled me into the car.

"Let go. Believe or not I willgive you a slap?" I was absolutely serious, telling him now was just a

warning that if he didn't let go, I would slap him right away.

"Miss Josephine, you should not be angry and be careful to move your foetus."

"I'll take rat poison when I get back." I shook his hand off. "Tell your boss I'm not going to give him a

baby!"

Suddenly, from the car came the voice of Brooke, “Josephine, talk in the car, I can give you whatever

you want."

Brooke was actually in the car. At this time two people got out of the car and almost put me into the car.

His car was a business Bentley, particularly roomy, and we sat across from each other in what looked

like a meeting between heads of state.

"Josephine, don't put on a face of lovelorn. Don't tell me you love Calvin." He was leaning back in the

car with a glass of wine in his hand, which was what these rich people can do.

I looked at him and gave me an unbridled smile, “Yeah, I fell in love with Calvin, so what?"