No One But You novel Chapter 31

I went back to Calvin's villa, but he wasn't there.

The smell of Sichuan hot pot still reverberated in the restaurant. Lucy said she kept all the hot pot ingredients in the refrigerator at noon and we can have them at night.

I had no appetite. It was the first time I said I would skip dinner and go back to my room to sleep.

Calvin had not come back. When I woke up, it was already midnight.

It was very quiet. I got out of bed and went to open the door.

His room was next to mine. I want to know if he had come back.

Suddenly, from the far end of the corridor, his voice rang out, "Looking for me?"

It scared me. There was a light in the hallway, or I'd be scared to death.

I looked over and saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets. I could smell the mixture of alcohol and powder on him from a long distance.

I knew where he had gone with thinking.

I chuckled. I was not his wife. It was none of my business where he went.

"Not now." I turned to go back to my room.

Suddenly he came up to me, took me by the wrist and pulled me in front of him, with his lips choking me before I could see the expression on his face.

His lips had the subtle astringency of red wine and the complex aroma.

By the warm light in the hallway, I could even see half of the lipstick of the most popular color on his white shirt collar.

His kisses raged with encroachments, and the feeling made me uncomfortable.

I struggled for a moment, pushing his chest with both hands, but it was in vain in front of his large, full chest.

"Mr. Knight, see clearly, am I the one you want?" I squeezed a fragmentary word between our lips.

He did not lift his eyes, holding my chin with one hand, looking at me angrily, “I'm not that drunk."

He was close to me, and the complex perfume hung under my nose. I never wore perfume myself, so I hated all the chemical mixes.

“Don't kiss me with the smell of other women!” I managed to push him away with all my might, and fell back a few paces against the hallway wall, which was covered with a dazzling array of dark gold wallpaper that had natural warmth, but which made my back feel cold.

He gasped, with one hand resting on the wall next to my cheek, the other slowly unbuttoning the button of his white shirt.

I looked at him coldly, to see if he would strip himself naked in the hallway.

Fortunately, he just undid a few of his collar buttons, with his hands stopped on his third button, “Today there were three women want to untie my third button."

"Are you showing off that a woman wants to sleep with you?" I did not know he was so childish, besides, he did not need to show off with me, “If you are a little bit whiter with more compassion, you are tang monk flesh, every White Bone Demon wants to eat you."

“You mean all the other women are White Bone Demons, except you?" He squinted at me through his hair.

He usually wore his hair up to show his firm forehead, but today he did not.

His shaggy bangs covered his eyebrows and one eye, adding to the confusion of his handsome face.

He looked angry, but I didn't think I had offended him.

As a canary, I had a very difficult life. I had offended my owner even if I was sleeping alone at home.

His hand against the wall was crooked, with fingers long enough to run through my hair and touch my cheek.

His flirtatious, contemptuous gestures made me very uncomfortable.