No One But You

The Story of Calvin and Bonnie

I had never been interested in prying into others’ business, so I didn’t like to do profiles and was only

interested in some valuable social news.

Mrs. Angel handed me a cup of hot tea, which I held in my hands.

She didn’t care whether I wanted to listen or not and said, “Bonnie was Calvin’s first secretary when he

was still the general manager of DonHiu Group.”

I took a sip of tea. It was a little bit hot and burned the tip of my tongue.

“Bonnie was born in a poverty-stricken family, which was not only poor but also had a bad reputation.

She doesn’t have a father. Her mother had worked in that kind of business, and she was given birth to

under that situation.”

That kind of business, which I understood immediately after giving it a thought.

She didn’t know who her father was, probably nor even did her mother know. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Such family background was far contrasting with Calvin’s. Master Knight would probably be out of his

mind if he agreed to let Calvin marry her.

By contrast, though I was born in a normal family, our family background was clear and three

generations had been peasants.

Maybe Master Knight compared me with Bonnie and was less against it when Brooke was marrying

me.

I continued to drink my tea, and ate the snacks Stella brought just now. They were freshly baked,

savory and crispy.

Angel continued, “When Bonnie was a secretary, she hadn’t graduated from university yet and was

only a high school student.”

“Were the recruitment criteria of DonHiu Group this low a few years ago?” I couldn’t help but interject.

“What a coincidence. Calvin had recruited a group of college students before, but he was not satisfied,

so he lowered the criteria. As long as one could work as a secretary, the requirements was met. Bonnie

was virtuous and organized whatever she did.”

“Then love grew as time went by.” I could help her with the rest of the story, which was a common

scene in TVB channel and was too boring to use later, “rich kid born loaded fell madly in love with a

poor Cinderella and insisted on being with her regardless of his family’s opposition.”

Angel stared at me, “Basically that was the story.”

It was pretty cliché. The more different the two were, the higher chance they would fell in love.

It was so called distance caused beauty. One lived in a fabulously rich residence and the other lived in

hell. With such a distance, everyone looked beautiful like a flower.

When the story was over, I finished the whole plate of pastries, with sesame seeds all over the floor.

I clapped my hands, wiped my mouth, and stood up from the sofa, “The pastries were delicious but the

story was just so-so.”

It was Angel who insisted on telling the story and I was not interested.

I turned around and walked to the door, opened it and walked outside.

She kept observing my facial expressions, trying to see something from my face.

Obviously, I wouldn’t let her tell anything from my face. Actually, I was calm at the moment and even

wanted to laugh.

I went back to my room and lay down, completely silent.

It was too quiet so I fell asleep soon.

I was awakened by Fairy Dixon. I found her standing in front of my bed as soon as I opened my eyes.

She looked furious, “Where’s Calvin?”

I rubbed my eyes and sat up. That was funny. Why would she come to my room to look for her

husband?

I lifted the sheet to show her that he was not in my bed, “Wait and I’ll get out of my bed and show you

the drawer.”

She had no sense of humor, stomping her feet and not acting like a lady at all, “Weren’t you with Calvin

at noon? Where’s he now?”

“Weren’t you with him yesterday? Why are you asking me?”

I thought she was kind of smart and had some means before, but after interacting for a while, I found

she was not better than Elena.

I sighed, “You must have already searched my room, and I’m lying here, where else could I hide your

husband?”

“Do you know where he went last night?”

“How would I know?” Even though I did, I wouldn’t tell her. It was none of my business if Calvin told her

himself, as long as it wasn’t heard from me.

I had to learn to play it safe. It was prior to anything else to give birth to my baby restfully.

I lay down to sleep, “Close the door when you go out.”

“If you were with him at noon, you must know where he went last night!” She kept pestering me, saying

the same thing over and over again.

“I do not know.” I said seriously, “Sis, you come to bother me because you couldn’t handle him. Why

does your business even matter to me at all?”

I suddenly remembered that Fairy Dixon called Calvin at noon, like they made an appointment to

celebrate her mom’s birthday that night. No wonder she acted like there were ants in her pants.

I looked out of the window, the sun set early in winter and it was getting dark.

All of a sudden, her phone was ringing in her pocket. She hurriedly picked up. From her excited look, it

was probably from Calvin.

She trotted out of my room to answer the phone and I lay down and continued to sleep.

However, I couldn’t fall asleep any longer with my eyes open.

Later, Fairy Dixon went out. I heard from Stella that she was shouting and crying in her room, likely that

Calvin didn’t come to celebrate her mom’s birthday.

It didn’t matter to me anyway.

What happened between Calvin and Bonnie or was happening between them has nothing to do with

me.

Brooke came back late at night. He eased himself like a cat.

I woke up at midnight. I got up to get some water and found him sitting at the sofa in a trance.

I looked at him standing aside. Sometimes I was kind of curious about Brooke.

A man like him was never obvious when expressing his feelings.

I had no idea whether a man like him would ever love someone so deeply like Calvin.

“Haven’t slept yet?” I looked at him in a daze and was scared by his sudden speech.

I hurried to the kitchen to pour some water. He stood up and looked down at my bare feet, “Go back to

bed. I’ll bring you what you need.”

Since he was asking to serve me, I surely didn’t have a reason to deny it.

“I want some water.” I went back to bed comfortably and waited for him.

He poured me some lukewarm water, which was not too hot nor too cold and could be drunk

immediately.

While I was drinking, he asked me abruptly, “Did you go to hospital to visit Bonnie today?”

“Half correct.” I drank up the water at one go and handed him the cup, “I did go to the hospital, but I

didn’t visit Bonnie.”

He held the cup and was not about to leave right away. He stared at me for a while, “Were you afraid?”

“She’s not a tiger, why would I be afraid of her?” I sneered, “I just didn’t think it was necessary. In what

capacity should I visit her?”

“As long as you know your capacity.” He finally turned around.

Brooke would catch every opportunity to teach me a lesson.

Therefore, I found he was sophisticated though he was young. He had a face of celebrity, but he

always tried to be a pedant.

I slept uneasily most of the night and I didn’t know when Calvin was back last night.

It was until midnight that I suddenly felt that it was a huge mistake to marry Brooke.

Since it was like putting a shackle on myself, reminding me every second of the truth that I had loved

Calvin, and even now, I was still in love with him.

Then I was awake, with my eyes open till dawn.