No One But You novel Chapter 32

He finally let me go back to my room to take a bath.

My chest heaved as I took a shower, and I realized I was angry.

Why was I angry?

Was it because that he had a woman's lipstick on his collar, or he had a vulgar cosmetics smell, or that he had other women's lipstick on his lips and was trying to kiss me?

After a slow shower, I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and didn't bother to wipe my wet hair.

Calvin sat on my sofa, crossed his legs and put his hands on the armrest, looking up at me.

It seemed that my door was useless that it had no need to be locked in the future.

"Mr. Knight, I thought you let me go."

"You think too much, I came to take a bath." Beside him on the sofa were his pyjamas.

I couldn't help but ask him with a smile, "No bathroom in your room?"

"It has no your scent." He got up, with pajama in his hand, and came over to me.

He was standing next to me. Because he was tall, he could look down and see through my neckline.

I clenched the collar in my hand and he sneered coldly. "At least you are the mother of my child. Why be so mean?"

"You can see but you can't have it. I am afraid you have nosebleed." I turned my back to him. "If you want to take a bath, go ahead. Don't disturb my sleep."

He did go into the bathroom to take a shower. I sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the bottles.

These products were not mine. I rarely used them. It was not that I didn't want to use them or how good my skin was, but I could not afford them.

In the days for Daniel's family decoration, I contributed all my money to his small villa.

Instead, I was sold for two million because I didn't contribute enough.

I looked at myself in the mirror in a daze, suddenly saw a man’s face in the mirror next to my cheek.

It was already past midnight. I was mentally strong, or I'd be scared out of my wits by him.

He seemed to be in a slightly better mood.

He touched my wet hair, pulled open the dresser drawer and took out the hair dryer to dry my hair.

Flattered, I pressed his hand. "Mr. Tony, I can't afford your beauty salon."

He shook off my hand and continued dry my hair. "You lent me your bathroom for nothing," he said, "It was in return for your blow-dry."

"The bathroom is yours."

He smiled, with his long fingers dancing in my hair. "Do these products work?"

He asked. It must be him to ask someone to buy them.

"I did not use them, I don't know." I tell him the truth.

"It shouldn't be work. Women use them."

"Which women?" I couldn't help but look up and ask him. The wind in his hair dryer blew into my eyes, and I felt that the world before me become blurred, especially him.

He was wearing a white robe, and he was very ethereal in my world.

He had a particularly beautiful image in my mind sometimes.

But sometimes he was like a demon, subverting my best fantasy of the world.

He turned off the air dryer and bent down, with his face to my face, nose to my nose. We were so close that each other looked at the other cross-eyed.