No One But You novel Chapter 8

He probably didn't expect me to be so shameless and snatch it up again. With both hands in his pockets, he was looking down at me.

Stella explained, “Miss Josephine, this gentleman knocked at the door and said he is your friend, so I let him come in."

"Mr. Knight is really my friend, but don't let everyone in next time."

Stella nodded, “I will make tea."

She walked into the kitchen, and I stuck the phone in the back of my neck like I had done the morning.

Calvin looked at me, suddenly smiled, “What your editor-in-chief said is right, you are the most shameless one of your company.”

I shrugged with indifference.

I was a girl and inexplicably got pregnant. The child was not my husband’s, and now I was being kept as a canary in this luxury villa. Sure I was shameless.

"Mr. Knight, either you follow me or you know where I live."

He looked at me calmly. His eyes were beautiful. In the light of the crystal lamp, they had not been suppressed by the dazzling light.

"Didn't you know that cell phones have an automatic location function?"

Oh, I really forgot about that.

Maybe my phone suck, except it was pixelated and didn't do anything.

I stepped back, “Mr. Knight, I can return it to you tomorrow. Why are you in such a hurry? Are you not going to keep your promise?”

"I have a very important phone call I have to take tonight."

I was about to say something, but I felt numb in my chest and was shocked.

It was Calvin's cell phone that rang and vibrated in my pajamas.

He held out a hand. “Give it to me.”

If I gave it to him, I lose my chips.

"I can answer for you."

I knew I had gone too far, for there was a faint trace of anger in his eyes.

Calvin was a man who never showed his anger. If I can see his anger, then he was really angry.

However, I had no way out. If I gave up this opportunity, I would take the initiative to give up looking for clues.

I can't give birth to a child if I didn't know whose child it was and then be kicked out.

I can't just sit there and wait.

So, I grabbed the phone and raced into the room, and closed the door.

Just as I was about to lock the door, Calvin kicked open the door.

It was lucky that I dodged, or I might have been crushed to death by the door.

I looked at the door plank lying on the ground, froze for a moment, and then the mobile phone in my hand was grabbed by Calvin.

He got through as soon as the bell stopped ringing and walked quickly to the balcony to answer the phone.

I sat on the sofa by the broken door and looked at the straight back of Calvin.

His coffee-colored windbreaker melted into the darkness of the night, and his body was indistinct in the mysterious night.

He talked on the phone for more than ten minutes, then came in and stood before me.

"You have nearly delayed my business, and it will be of no use tearing your bones apart."

His voice was solemn, but a little more subdued than it had been.

I looked up at him. He was tall, and now he was standing and I was sitting. With my neck up, I felt in pain.

I suddenly smiled, “Mr. Knight, you know the structure of my residence very well and you found the terrace easily."

Just now, I felt something was wrong.

Sitting here for ten minutes, it wasn't until he turned around that I remembered that he had just answered the phone and walked right to the patio door, reached out, opened the door and walked out.

This door was to the left, counterclockwise, abnormal. I fought with it for a long time when I was here, but Calvin wrenched it open.

I was a journalist, so I was perceptive. Many people were not as insightful as I was.