No One But You

Chapter 27 Because You Are Interesting

“Why?”

I narrowed eyes and thought about it, “Price is more interesting. I can't afford to marriage. You know

about my first marriage. He sold me even before he climbed into my bed."

“I won't sell you." His voice was so hoarse that it confused me.

I was touched inexplicably.

Was that a promise?

A promise from a man I'd known for ten days?

I looked up at him carefully. "Do you love me?"

He laughed, almost without pausing. "You wish."

"Ok." I shrugged, “It can have a clear price in a transaction, but I want love in marriage. If there is no

love in a marriage, I give up."

"Do you still love that man?"

"No, but I have to take the time to dump him." I can't get rid of Daniel for time being. He was sticking to

me like a dog plaster.

I am sleepy and tired, shaking my hand, “Stop, I want to sleep."

"Do you want to listen to my reasons?"

“The reason you want to marry me?"

He nodded.

Well, there was no harm to hear that.

He was sitting on the sofa in my room, and I asked Lucy to come up with dinner for me. While he was

speaking, I was eating.

In fact, his reason was short. A sentence is enough.

"My family has arranged a woman for, but I don’t like her."

His reason was so funny that I looked at him with a spare rib in my mouth. "You mean, you like me?"

"You're more interesting than her."

"If you want to be interesting, you can buy a dog."

"A Dog can't give me a baby. You're pregnant with my baby anyway. I'll have a better chance of

success if I go back and talk to them."

I looked at him unblinkingly.

He was good to me with propose. Finally I felt at ease.

I needed to know why others were nice to me.

Because there was no inexplicable love, only inexplicable hate.

"No. Why do you use me to argue with your family? I don’t care who you are marrying to.”

“Don’t you want to give your child a functioning family?"

"I'm not going to give birth to him."

"Josephine." He called me in a deep voice. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

"I wouldn't be sitting here in peace if you didn't want to talk to me." I fingered my chin and pretended to

have a beard, thinking, "You don't want to marry the woman your family arranged for you, and I'm

having your child, so you want to us?"

"Yes."

“But why should I agree? If I have a second marriage, it will be even more difficult for me to ger

married."

“Marry me, you will soon fall in love with me, and I will try to be kind to you."

Oh, narcissism.

No one ever proposed like this.

When I was full, I collapsed on the sofa and counted my fingers lazily, “No, find someone else."

He gave me a push on the head. "Do you think you're a beauty?"

"I know best what I look."

"Give you a month to think about it." He stood up and made such a remark.

"Do you think I am a fool? The child has taken shape in a month. I won’t..."

Before I could finish, Calvin suddenly bent over me, took my face in his hands, and kissed me.

I had just finished my meal, but he kissed me on my greasy mouth.

If I had known it I would have eaten garlic.

I pushed him weakly, but it was in vain

My hands and my body were completely weak.

He seemed to enjoy kissing me without warning.

If I had my old temper, I would beat him with my shoes.

But I didn't.

Passively and abstractedly I accepted his kiss.

When he released me, he rubbed his fingers on my lips with a half-smile. "You said you won’t, your

body is honest. You did not push me away."

"If I had a knife, I would stab you with it." I became angry from embarrassment.

He seemed to be happy, “Take your time to consider it. You can do anything in this period of time

expect to abort the child. Otherwise, I will break your leg."

"I'm scared." I slouched back in the sofa.

He kissed me soft.

Suddenly he bent down to hug me, “Go warm my bed."

Fuck him. When did I turn into his bed warmer?

I hit him and he wasn't impressed, so I opened my mouth and bit him in the arm.

He carried me into his room and kicked close the door.

I had been biting him all the way. I did not let go until he put me on his big bed.

"Do you know that pain makes men more excited?" His voice was hoarse and thought-provoking, and

his eyes spoke volumes.

I loosened my tongue immediately. I had already bitten a bloody mark on his arm.

"That was a very strong shot." He smiled and looked back at me. "Do you believe that I will sleep with

you today?"

"Don't scare me with this all the time. We've done that before."

He suddenly stopped and stared at me.

It made my hair stand on end.

“Why?"

“Josephine, don't mention that night again."

“Why?"

“We don’t remember it that night, and you are shameless to mention it."

"Why not? I'm a woman anyway."

He looked at me attentively for two seconds, “Did you husband send you to my bed because he cannot

stand you?"

"How do I know his mind?" I was depressed, Calvin hit my weak spot.

I turned my back on him and closed my eyes.

I felt him lying down next to me, then he embraced me from behind and pressed his face against my

back.

This was the first time I'd ever had been close to a man, except last night.

Daniel and I just held hands and kissed.

Daniel occasionally hit my chest, but I also occasionally overturned it.

After we got the license, I didn't actually refuse him again, but he didn't have such a requirement.

Now that I considered he probably thought a virgin can sell a good price.

I suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Calvin.

His eyes were closed. He had long curly eyelashes, like a male Barbie.

"Calvin, did you make an agreement with Daniel to give him two million yuan when I gave birth to the

baby?"

"Huh?" He opened his eyes. "What?"

"Why did he sell me off if he got nothing?" Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Do you think I will give him the money and get him to put you to my bed without knowing what I'm

doing? It took millions to feel nothing?" He sneered, “Money cannot be spent like that."

True. I frowned and thought, “Who could have done that?"

"You're a journalist, not a private investigator. Do you need to get to the bottom of this?" Calvin's arm

around my waist gave me some strength and hugged me closer in his arms. Suddenly he put his lips

on my forehead, “Don't move. Sleep well."

Didn't I sleep well?

But I thought there was a flaw between me and Calvin.