Just as Calvin was about to save me, a man walked in from outside the door.
I was just pulled up to the door by the collar and bumped into him.
He seemed to be a more mature Calvin, with the same tall figure and handsome face, but he looked much more composed than Calvin.
He frowned. "She's a pregnant woman. Put her down!"
I was put down by those big guys, straightened my neckline, for my neck was strangled painful.
"Master, it is your father who has asked us..."
"Got it." The man nodded, and then looked at me. "Josephine, talk to me."
Calvin came from behind me and put his arm around me, pulling me behind him. He looked at the young man with a slightly hostile look.
It was obvious that this man should be his brother.
But the two brothers did not seem to be close, perhaps large family brothers were so infighting.
"She has nothing to talk to you." Calvin said.
"If she doesn’t talk to me, there will be only one consequence. You'll be marched to the wedding tomorrow, and she wild be driven out. Never think you are powerful in the Knight Family.” The eldest son of Knight Family
Calvin held my hand and tried to leave, but the bodyguards behind had surrounded us.
One for ten, I reckon Calvin has little chance of winning.
Calvin's father came in from outside the circle and his brow slightly relaxed when he saw his eldest son. "Why are you back so early tonight?" he asked.
"I heard that the family has become a mess, so I have to come back." He pointed to me, “Let me talk to Miss Josephine first."
"What have you got to talk to her about?"
"Maybe a different spark?" He pressed the corners of his lips, a half-smile that never showed.
It can be seen that he was quite powerful in his father's presence.
So Calvin's father acquiesced if he did not speak.
The eldest young master pointed to the door inside, “Miss Josephine please."
"Josephine." Calvin called my name.
I looked back at him.
"He can't get ivory out of his dog's mouth. There's no need to talk to him."
I tilted my head and thought about it. Calvin had not a good relationship with his elder brother, but it was a delaying tactic at present. If I didn't talk to him, I would be thrown out now.
I looked at him and smiled. "What if he could get it out?"
I followed the oldest young master into the side hall, which was a relatively elegant living room. It was very quiet, with just two of us.
A meek-eyed girl brought hot tea, then withdrew and closed the door.
I sat in the sofa, the oldest young master pointed to the teacup in front of me, “please, Miss Josephine."
"I won't drink it." I refused indignantly, “What if it was drugged with abortion pills?"
He looked at me and smiled faintly.
Although he looked like Calvin, they felt completely different when they smiled.
When Calvin smiled at me, his smile made me dizzy.
But when the oldest young master smiled at me, I felt cold in heart.
I always thought he saw everything in me.
"Anyone could hurt the boy, but I can't."
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