No One But You

Chapter 57 I had A Crush on You

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."

I didn't understand his words. My child was none of his business.

He picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip. "My name is Brooke Knight."

His name was a mouthful and I asked him, "How to spell it?"

"B-R-O-O-K-E."

"Oh." Unexpectedly Calvin's father had the culture to give the son this name, but why Calvin had a

simple name.

"What do you mean by that remark?" I was not interested in discussing his name with him, but what he

had just said made me feel uncomfortable.

He looked at me with bright eyes, and his eyes were completely different from Calvin.

Last time Calvin looked at me, there was a spark in his eyes.

There was light in Brooke's eyes when he looked at me, but it was a cold blue flame, and one more

look at them, my blood would freeze.

He stared at me for a few seconds. Then he said, catching me off guard, “The baby in your belly is

mine."

I was stunned for a while and did not react.

My belly was a sweet pastry. Calvin said it was his, and now Brooke said it was his?

"Ha." He interrupted me before I could sneer.

"Calvin knew from beginning to end that the child had nothing to do with him. He recognized the child

only because he was interested in you."

"Proof." I said.

"Wait a minute." He took out the phone, dialed a number, spoke briefly to someone on the line, and

hung up. "In five minutes," he said.

I didn't know what kind of hard evidence would lead me to believe it in five minutes, so I didn't say a

word for five minutes, looking down at my nails.

Last time I was bored and brushed myself with transparent nail polish. After I finished, I regretted

because nail polish was not good for the baby.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Brooke said "Come in."

Someone pushed the door open, then closed the door and walked behind Brooke.

I could see his face. It was Secretary Frank I didn't like and he didn't like me.

My brain was in a blaze of lightning. The appearance of this man undoubtedly was like giving me a

hard slap, and let me wake up.

Yes, I have never been clear about the relationship between the Secretary Frank and Calvin.

And it was true that there were a lot of things between me and Calvin that can't be solved.

Calvin did not mention it, I also naturally skipped it.

In my subconscious, I wanted the children to be Calvin’s.

But everyone said he wasn't.

"Miss Josephine, haven't you always wanted to know who the father of your child is? It's Mr.s Knight in

front of you." Secretary Frankspoke. I was sick of listening to him.

Secretary Frank's presence made me understand that whether Brooke was the father of my child, at

least he knew about my pregnancy from the very beginning.

If a man had nothing to do with me, he won't let me be raised in a villa.

But there were many things I did not understand. I looked up at him, “I was taken away by Calvin, why

didn't you come out to stop?"

"You were making a fuss to get rid of the child at that time, Calvin's appearance calmed you down, so I

felt that there was no need for me to appear.” Brooke began to tap his fingers on the coffee table in

front of him. "Secretary Frank, you go out first."

"Yes." Secretary Frank bowed to him respectfully and left the room.

My fingers were cold and my neck was stiff.

I went through the whole thing, trying to figure out where it didn’t make sense.

But Brooke broke the silence first, “I saw you in a reporter's forum, then I have a crush on

you."Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.