No One But You novel Chapter 101

He suddenly pulled the door open and shouted to the driver who was standing outside smoking, "Drive!"

The driver shivered and hurried to start the car.

He dared not to ask Brooke where to, so he drove back to Knight House.

During the thirty minutes on the way, Brooke said nothing.

He ignored me and I was enjoying a peaceful sleep.

When the car arrived in the Knight House, I still closed my eyes. I felt the car stopped, and then there was the sound of the door opening.

Before I opened my eyes, Brooke violently dragged me out of the car.

Seldom had he been so rude to me, for I had, after all, his beloved baby in my belly. Sometimes when I rolled over in bed and made a noise, he would straighten up from the sofa in the outer hall and warn me not to move.

He pulled me through the door and into the elevator, all the way up to our room. He went into the bathroom and handed me my toothbrush and mouthwash cup. "Brush your teeth."

I did have the habit of brushing my teeth at night, but there was no need to rush.

I didn't take the toothbrush in his hand, “I can brush by myself."

But he dragged me into the bathroom, and then squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrush and put it into my hand, “Brush your teeth immediately! I don't want you to wear smell of any other man!"

He growled, gritting his teeth. It was strange. He did not love me, why did he care about what I smell like?

Would he choke me to death if I didn't brush?

"Brush your teeth!”

I did not like to be pushed. If he pushed me, I won’t listen to him.

Brooke suddenly took a sip of water, and then blocked my lips and poured it down. If I hadn't pushed him away in time, I would have swallowed the mouthwash.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and I sensed that Brooke's rage level had peaked and was about to reach extraordinary.

A wise man was a good judger. Brooke's angry look was really terrible. I knew he would not do anything to me, but his eyes seemed to tear me apart.

I read something in his eyes that gave me heart palpitations, which, if I read it correctly, should be a form of jealousy.

What was he jealous of? Was he jealous of Calvin?

Was he jealous of my love for Calvin?

He didn't love me. Why was he Jealous of it?

I took the mouthwash cup and toothbrush from his hand, “Ok, you are so terrible, I am afraid of you. I can brush my teeth. Go out."

He looked at me for a moment, then walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door.

It was scary when Brooke got angry, because I didn't know him, and I didn't know what he was going to do.

In case he got mad, I was afraid my life was in danger.

I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth and washed myself clean of what he called the smell of Calvin.

In fact, I didn't wear smell of Calvin at all. Calvin didn't drink or smoke. I loved smelling the laundry detergent from his shirt.

It was the only thing I could relate to about him.

I cleaned up and came out of the bathroom. Brooke was standing by the bathroom door.

He looked me up and down, then took me by the hand and headed for the bedroom.

I shook his hand off at once, and he looked back at me. “Do you think marrying me is just for fun? Do you think I'll sleep on the couch forever? Do you think I'll give you a chance to fool around?"

His parallelism sentences were good, like a poem.

I was trying to figure out what to say to him, but he had already pulled me down and was lying beside me.