No One But You

Chapter 2 First Time to Meet Him

I was not stupid and had a quick wit. The more urgent, the brain ran faster.

I looked at the man's face. "The man who made me pregnant let me live here?"

The man did not say yes or no. At this time the door opened, a more than 40 years old woman came Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

out, smiled and said to me, “Are you Miss Josephine? Come in, it is too cold outside."

I was half dragged into the house by the woman, but the man did not come in, only gave a few words

and left.

I stood at the door and looked around the room. I had never lived in such a big house before. The living

room was like a basketball court. There was echo when we spoke.

I was still in a daze, and the woman had put a pair of slippers under my feet, “Miss Josephine, change

slippers. You are all wet. Go upstairs and take a bath. The soup is ready.”

"That man." I put on my slippers and asked the woman.

"Oh, you mean Secretary Frank."

"Secretary Frank? Whose secretary is he?" Woman shook her head, “I only know that he is Secretary

Frank. Oh, my surname is Bennett, you can call me Bennett. That is Stella."

She pointed to a young girl standing at the foot of the stairs smiling at me. "She cleans the house, I

cook."

I was confused. I was completely confused.

I inexplicably got pregnant, and inexplicably was brought here.

I went upstairs to take a bath. The warm bath water brought my soul back into my body.

After the bath, I sat at the dresser and blew my hair, trying to think.

I had been following the rules and hadn't done anything out of line with Daniel for a year, but now that

we had just got the license. It was impossible I cheat on him.

But one day Daniel took me to a party.

I drank too much that night and stayed in a hotel.

When I woke up the next morning, Daniel was gone and I was alone in the hotel.

But my clothes were on the floor, and the marks on my bed told me what had happened.

Later, I went to ask Daniel, but he hesitated and couldn't say clearly.

I thought he had done something to me when I was drunk, because we had got our papers, and I didn't

mind.

But now, in light of what happened today, I have a vague feeling that someone else was at the hotel

that night.

I folded my arms and huddled up.

Stella behind me helping me to blow hair asked immediately, “Miss Josephine, are you cold? I'll turn up

the heat right away."

"No." I pulled Stella, “Do you know the host of this house?"

Stella shook her head, “I really don't know. I was hired by Secretary Frank, he pays me to do a job."

This was weird, wasn't it?

I was a journalist, and I'd seen many bizarre things. I analyzed them with my journalistic mind.

I came to a conclusion I couldn't even accept.

It was quite possible that I was put to sleep that night by a powerful man who had no children or

wanted a son so badly that he found a place to raise me and give him a son.

It was a common thing these days, but I never thought it would happen to me.

In the evening, I had a delicious soup and delicious food. Bennett was so skillful in food. I had never

had such delicious home-cooked food.

But my heart was lost, but I intend to stay.

I made up my mind that I would find the man, and to see what he was.

I had to go to work the next morning looking fresh.

There was a car waiting for me at the door. The driver was the same as yesterday.

He got off and opened the door to me respectfully, “Miss Josephine, please get in."

The more he did this, the more curious I became about the identity of the man.

He was so humble to a woman of my obscure position, that man must have been a powerful man.

An image of a fat, bald head immediately came to mind.

Immediately something in the stomach rolled up.

The driver introduced himself and said his family name was Dixon. He let me call him Marco.

When I heard the surname Dixon, I thought of Daniel.

He was a weak man, and between his mother and me, he would always back down.

I kept calling Daniel on my way to work, but he didn't answer.

I didn't know where he had gone or whether he knew my situation.

Every time I had a fight with his mother he ran away and came back until everything was calm. He

would kneel in front of me and tried to comfort me.

So, that was why he and I got a license but never had a banquet.

As I arrived at the company, my colleague Nora said the editor-in-chief asked me.

I asked for leave yesterday afternoon and went to the hospital. And I had never come back. I was afraid

I had to be criticized today.

I walked into the editor's office and he beckoned me to sit down.

"Today there is an interview, Betty is on a business trip, so you will take the lead. He has written the

interview script, you can take it directly.”

I took it and read the beginning.

"Interview with Calvin Vice President of DonHiu Group."

I didn't do profiles. I was always on the news.

In particular, the interview of such a big man will inevitably be watered down, and the truly newsworthy

ones should not be asked casually.

"Editor in chief, or you can ask Nora to do it. I have to go to the Food and Drug Administration today."

"Yesterday before going off work, your mother-in-law came here." Editor-in-chief said. I was nervous to

the word ‘mother-in-law’.

“Why was she here?”

"Josephine." The editor-in-chief looked at me seriously, “You have been working in our magazine since

graduation. Your work very hard. Originally I have no right to interfere with your private life, but your

mother-in-law yesterday came to the magazine, which affected the reputation of our magazine.”

I didn’t bother to ask what my mother-in-law did. From the expression of the editor-in-chief, I knew I

have to get this interview.

Daniel’s mother made a mess yesterday, and I lost the right to negotiate today.

I limp downstairs clutching the interview script.

That luxury car was still waiting at the door. I went to lie prone on the window and said to the driver,

“Sir, don't you go to work?"

“That's my job, Miss Josephine." He smiled, showing his white teeth, “You are a reporter and have to

run here and there, so I am right to wait here. Where do you want to go?"

I opened the door and then sat in, “DonHiu Group."

He paused and looked back at me.

"Don't you know the way?" I asked him inexplicably.

"I know." He nodded hurriedly and started the car.

At the beginning of pregnancy, I felt a little sleepy. On the road, I slept for a while and the driver told me

I was there.

I had made an appointment with Calvin's secretary in advance. She told me to wait in the reception

room for a while, saying that Calvin was having a meeting and would come in a minute.

Before he came, I looked over the interview script. The writing was limited. And all he wrote was in

colloquial language, which I could learn by heart just by looking.

At about the same time, the door opened.

Out of politeness, I stood up.

A pair of long legs came in. I quickly reached out my hand. "Hello, Mr. Knight..."