No One But You novel Chapter 7

It took no time to get here.

The young woman pointed to the dress in the clerk's hand and turned to ask Calvin, “Is this nice?" Calvin looked up to have a look, “Yes."

The woman then pursed her lips and smiled, “Then I will try."

She took the dress in her arms and went into the fitting room.

I spent a fraction of a second analyzing their relationship.

The attitude of a woman towards Calvin and the fact that a busy man like Calvin can accompany her to buy clothes was enough to show the relationship between them.

They were a couple.

I hadn't heard that Calvin was married, so they may be boyfriend and girlfriend.

I was not interested in their relationship, but his cuffs.

He slid his phone in one hand, and the other was his habitual fist in front of his nose and mouth.

Taking the opportunity to approach him, I bent over him to look at his cufflinks.

Sure enough, the cufflinks in his shirt were custom-made. Although they were not the same as mine, they were just as delicate and expensive.

I was thinking about it when I felt hot on my face.

I looked up to see, a pair of fierce eyes were staring at me.

Calvin saw me. I was so close to him, sure he would notice me.

I straightened up and smiled cheekily at him. "What a coincidence? Calvin?"

He must had recognized me. Though his expression did not change, there was a gleam in his eye.

But he ignored me and cast his eyes behind me.

The clerk suddenly exclaimed, "Wow, Miss Elena, you look so beautiful in this dress."

The clerk startled me, and I turned my head to look at the beautiful woman.

She stood erect before us.

To tell the truth, this skirt was simple, which was for a pure girl.

She was too plump and complicated for this dress.

I bet she didn't look as good as I do.

But she has a rich boyfriend.

All the clerks in the shop gathered around and made effusive comments.

I was making out with Calvin.

"Does Mr. Knight know me?" Since he ignored me, I struck up a conversation.

I guessed there were too many women chatting him up every day, and his eyes won't stay on my face.

However, he did not look at Miss Elena for a while, took a look and continued to look down at the phone.

He looked up at me in astonishment as I reached for his cell phone and pulled it away.

I knew no one dared to do that but me.

I put the phone in my pocket, and was convinced that I was a woman and he wouldn't do anything to me.

He was, after all, a public figure and a heartthrob, and his image must be taken into account.

He squeezed his pretty thin lips and spat out words, “Miss Josephine."

I had known that he remembered me, and that the person who complained in person could not have forgotten me in three short days.

"Nice to meet you." Smiling, I offered him my hand.

He didn't shake my hand. He just looked at me and said, "Give me back my phone."

"You made me lose my job." Nowadays, for a person, especially a big name like Calvin, there must be some secret in the cell phone that he didn’t want others to know.

I took such a big chip, I would certainly win.

He lifted his lips in a casual arc. "So," he said, "Seek my revenge?"

"I don't have a knife." I sat down beside him. My back was aching after standing for a long time.

He leaned over, as if he was reluctant to touch me.