No One But You novel Chapter 99

There was little talk of love between Calvin and me, and sometimes it was only a laughing matter when it came to love.

There might be no love between us, but now I changed.

And now I looked him in the eye and dare I admit it?

I looked up at him. He was as good as ever in my eyes that he could confuse me, so that I would automatically filter out all the false things he had done to me.

At such a sentimental moment, I should cry, but I grinned, “yes, I love you..."

Maybe I said this sentence too easily, or maybe I had a smile in my eyes, so he couldn’t see the sincerity in my eyes, so he thought I was cheating him.

His hand suddenly rested on my face with his long eyelashes hung down. The light in his eyes flickered between them, separating thoughts that I could not understand.

In a voice so low I could barely hear him, "Let me ask you again. If this is the same answer, I will believe you."

"So what if you believe me?" I smiled happily, “If you are to ask me 100 times, it will be the same answer."

I had many small faults, but I seldom lied.

No matter when and where, I could face my heart.

So I didn't care whether he believed it or not.

Believe it or not, it was not going to change where we were.

He lifted his eyes and moved inch-by-inch across my face, and I could hear the sound of my cells bursting as they were crushed.

"Let me ask you again..." His voice was hoarse and blurred.

But my voice was clear, and every word was enough for him to understand, "yes, I love you!"

"Why did you marry Brooke..."

"Because I love you..." I wanted to continue to smile, but smile frozen on my lips.

I was a heartless person and I never had heartache. I did not know heartache felt.

But now I felt it.

Looking at Calvin’s deep black pupil, I felt my heart felling into a deep hole. Even if I tried very hard to salvage it, I failed.

It was rolling in the cave, and the pain was very strange.

I didn't know how others felt. It was as if I had a clenched hand, which made me breathless but unable to stop.

I knew clearly it was not allowed. But once love started, it could not be closed again.

I took Calvin's face in my hands, closed my eyes and kissed him.

This was the first time I took the initiative to kiss Calvin. Although we had kissed many times, I was passive.

This time was different. His lips were cold and his fingers were cold, lost temperature in my palms.

I looked into his eyes, which were wide open, and I saw myself in them, with a half-mad.