No One But You

Chapter 32 Only You are Allowed

He finally let me go back to my room to take a bath.

My chest heaved as I took a shower, and I realized I was angry.

Why was I angry?

Was it because that he had a woman's lipstick on his collar, or he had a vulgar cosmetics smell, or that

he had other women's lipstick on his lips and was trying to kiss me?

After a slow shower, I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and didn't bother to wipe my wet

hair.

Calvin sat on my sofa, crossed his legs and put his hands on the armrest, looking up at me.

It seemed that my door was useless that it had no need to be locked in the future.

"Mr. Knight, I thought you let me go."

"You think too much, I came to take a bath." Beside him on the sofa were his pyjamas.

I couldn't help but ask him with a smile, "No bathroom in your room?"

"It has no your scent." He got up, with pajama in his hand, and came over to me.

He was standing next to me. Because he was tall, he could look down and see through my neckline.

I clenched the collar in my hand and he sneered coldly. "At least you are the mother of my child. Why

be so mean?"

"You can see but you can't have it. I am afraid you have nosebleed." I turned my back to him. "If you

want to take a bath, go ahead. Don't disturb my sleep."

He did go into the bathroom to take a shower. I sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the

bottles.

These products were not mine. I rarely used them. It was not that I didn't want to use them or how good

my skin was, but I could not afford them.

In the days for Daniel's family decoration, I contributed all my money to his small villa.

Instead, I was sold for two million because I didn't contribute enough.

I looked at myself in the mirror in a daze, suddenly saw a man’s face in the mirror next to my cheek.

It was already past midnight. I was mentally strong, or I'd be scared out of my wits by him. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He seemed to be in a slightly better mood.

He touched my wet hair, pulled open the dresser drawer and took out the hair dryer to dry my hair.

Flattered, I pressed his hand. "Mr. Tony, I can't afford your beauty salon."

He shook off my hand and continued dry my hair. "You lent me your bathroom for nothing," he said, "It

was in return for your blow-dry."

"The bathroom is yours."

He smiled, with his long fingers dancing in my hair. "Do these products work?"

He asked. It must be him to ask someone to buy them.

"I did not use them, I don't know." I tell him the truth.

"It shouldn't be work. Women use them."

"Which women?" I couldn't help but look up and ask him. The wind in his hair dryer blew into my eyes,

and I felt that the world before me become blurred, especially him.

He was wearing a white robe, and he was very ethereal in my world.

He had a particularly beautiful image in my mind sometimes.

But sometimes he was like a demon, subverting my best fantasy of the world.

He turned off the air dryer and bent down, with his face to my face, nose to my nose. We were so close

that each other looked at the other cross-eyed.

"You seem to have a faint trace of jealousy by asking in this way."

"It's normal for me to be jealous. After all, Mr. Knight is so good. Many women want to climb into your

bed, and I'm not an exception."

He seemed surprised that I said so.

I never spit out my ivory, and I seldom said anything flattering to him.

He felt not quite used to that occasionally I flattered him.

"Well, I gave you a chance to climb into my bed, but you refused."

"I have insufficient physical condition, otherwise I will be the first to climb into your bed."

It was late at night, I had no interest to talk to him, so I pushed his hand away. "I'm going to sleep alone

tonight. Go back to your room.”

No sooner had I walked forward than he hugged around my waist pulled me back.

He shamelessly pulled down the waistband of his robe and wrapped me in his.

"Run if you think you can."

"A powerful man has been playing a scoundrel against me. I am a little girl. There is really nothing I can

do."

I turned in his arms, and when I looked down a little, I could see his bare chest.

I looked at his neck. I didn't see a hickey.

I poked his strong chest with my fingers. They were like two square breads, which were quite elastic.

He immediately grabbed my fingers and raised an eyebrow. "Don't tease me unless I can have you."

"Am I teasing you? Mr. Knight, your nerves are too weak."

There was a bell tower not far from his neighborhood, and a bell rang faintly.

It was one o'clock.

He needed to deal with his business tomorrow.

I was a pregnant woman and needed to go to bed early, so neither of us could not stay up late.

So there was little suspense for the evening. He did not go back to his room, but stayed in my bed

which was bigger than his.

After an hour of bickering with him, I felt sleepy and tired.

No sooner had I closed my eyes than he was holding my cheek in his hands, with his lips pressing

against my eyelids.

Beyond endurance I opened my eyes and reached out a hand to him, “Give me your phone!"

"Why?"

"Call the women who served you tonight, and ask them why they did not serve Mr. Knight well, so that

he came back to torment me this evening."

"I'm going to spend ten million. Can't I get what I pay for?" The white pillow was so soft that his whole

face was almost sunk in it.

His complexion was not particularly fair, but it was not black, and it would not have seemed out of place

even in the snow-white pillow.

He was beautiful that I would like to cry if I took a more glance at him sometimes.

I discovered a terrible fact. I became fragile and sensitive after I stay long with Calvin.

"Only you are allowed to do so? You talked about women all night." There was a note of disapproval in

his voice.

"What have I done? Did I find a prostitute tonight and get caught by you?" When I was sleeping

peacefully in my own bed, I was suffering without cause.

"It is fine if you really found a prostitute, maybe there was a young man with high to be insulted by you,

but you knew clearly he was a baster, and you pretended to be poor and begged for my mercy.

Josephine, I suddenly do not know what to say about you.