No One But You

Chapter 100 I kissed Him Tonight

I did not have time to analyze if it was anger and disappointment in his eyes.

At that moment the door was patted loudly.

I raised my eyebrow and turned head to tell Calvin, “See, someone is here to catch us."

I was about to open the door, but Calvin grabbed my wrist.

I didn't understand, but turned head to see him. He showed a joking smile, “If the door is opened too

early, it is not like to be caught."

“Oh right!” I nodded approvingly. "Shall we take our clothes off and put them on again?"

"I have no objection if you like that."

He sat up in bed. We watched the door, and Calvin went to open it before it was torn down.

Brooke was standing at the door, and, unlike usual, there was some slight anger on his expressionless

face.

I hung about the bedroom, unbuttoning several of the buttons that I had fastened so well. I knew

Brooke didn't love me, but no man liked a cuckold, so I had to do the whole thing.

I leaned against the bed and watched him striding toward me. His eyes flew over my chest and he took

off his coat and put it over my body. I thought he was going to hit me, but he bent down and picked me

up from the bed.

I ate a lot, and my belly was getting bigger and bigger. Now I had a lot of weight.

But it was easy for Brooke to pick me up.

Calvin stood in the doorway, and Brooke passed by him, just saying, "Even though we are half-

brothers, I still don't want us to fight over a woman."

It was fine to fight for a woman, but it would be ridiculous if they fought for a woman they didn't love.

Calvin didn't stop him. He was only a "concubine", he could not be too aggressive.

Brooke carried me out of the room, into the elevator and out of the hotel door and into his car. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

He didn't say a word on this not-so-recent trip, and I didn't even feel his breath.

But I felt his anger.

Brooke was angry and I was happy. Today was definitely a day to celebrate.

One day if I made Brooke angry and he died of anger, I would certainly buy a hang of 50,000 loud

firecrackers.

He was sitting opposite me. When the driver was about to start the car, Brooke said to the driver, "You

get off first."

The driver got off at once, and there were only two of us in the sealed space.

He was going to say something to me, but I wasn't going to listen.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep and I heard his voice hovering above me.

"Josephine."

I snorted and crossed my arms and moved in my seat to make myself more comfortable.

"From this day on, you are not allowed to have any closer contact with any man than myself."

"Ok." I agreed. It was one thing that I agreed and it was another when I did it.

He suddenly took my chin in his hand, and I was forced to open my eyes to see a pair of angry eyes.

It was no use to glance at me; I was not afraid of him anyway.

"Josephine, do you think I can do nothing for you?"

"You have plenty of ideas, but they don't work for me." I answered him earnestly, "Do you know why it

doesn't work for me? Because I'm not going to get anything from you."

“So you made up your mind at first, and just used me to get mad at Calvin?"

“Why do you ask me? You know very well about it."

He squeezed my chin so hard that the pain made my eyes water.

"You're my woman, with my baby in your belly, and now you're flirting with my brother?"

"You know very well that I loved him, and I clearly told you so before we were married."

He was gritting his teeth, and I heard his upper and lower teeth grinding against each other. Was he

going to chew me up and swallow me in this manner?

But my bones were hard and old, and I was afraid he could not swallow them.

I twisted my head vigorously and pulled my chin out of his hands. "Brooke, do you feel helpless on me

now? The feeling that money can't do anything about it for the first time?"

At the top of the world, Brooke was used to buying everything with his money, his wife, his children and

everyone's admiration for him.

He could buy it all, but if he married me he would never buy peace.

No matter how tolerant, no matter how considerate he was, I would never be grateful to him.

His hands propped on the back of the chair behind me, and suddenly his eyes were not so fierce. He

sighed vaguely, "Josephine, I know you hate me..."

Shall I compliment him on his self-awareness?

He ruined my life. Why shouldn’t I hate him?

"That's not how you react when you think Calvin is the father of your child."

"It's the difference of fate." I answered him word for word, "I love him so much that I can forgive him for

anything he does."

"Including the fact that he used you for Bonnie Wood?" His gaze was threatening.

He thought it would make me angry, but it was all true. I had nothing to be angry about. I might as well

have accepted it.

"Yes, I love Calvin, he loves Bonnie, but I hate you, and you want to control me. This is the relationship

between us, which can never change."

I was tired and didn't want to talk with him more. I closed my eyes and leaned on the seat. Even if I

could not fell asleep, it was good to close my eyes and take a rest.

Brooke’s breath suddenly hit me. I suddenly opened my eyes, and his face in front of me magnified

countless times.

I didn't know what he was going to do, but his lips had already touched mine.

I ran away from him quickly, then covered my mouth and tried to open the door and escape, but the

door was locked behind me. Brooke grabbed my hand and pulled me back, holding my chin in one

hand and the back of my head in the other hand and kissed me again.

During struggling, I gave him a loud slap that rang through the air.

He stopped. There was no light on. His eyes were wolf-like, shimmering, as if he was trying to devour

me and bury me in his viscera.

"Tonight, Calvin kissed you." He said it almost through clenched teeth.

"You're wrong." I corrected him, “I kissed him voluntarily and put my tongue in his mouth."

"Josephine!” He roared in a low voice.

It was rare for me to see Brooke’s particularly intense mood. I felt headache to see his expressionless

iceberg face, but at the moment to see his furious expression, I felt comfortable all over the body.

How did he look like a jealous young man?