No One But You

Chapter 89 His Breath Made Me Dizzy

He closed the door and pushed me against it. Then he held the door with both hands, keeping me

between his arms.

I could get out of his arms with a little squatting, but I didn't.

His breath made me dizzy.

I lied just now. I said I never loved Calvin.

But I knew I was in love with him.

Love, made me indecisive, also made me pain.

But I had to act like I didn't care about him at all.

I didn't want Calvin to see my mind, or I would lose.

His breath, the scent of peppermint shampoo, was very fresh.

"Josephine." His voice was a little hoarse, and it ran roughly over my heart.

I didn't know what he was going to say to me, but I was terrified of what he was going to say.

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If there was anyone in the world who could hurt me, it was him.

He was able not only to give me warmth, but also hurt me badly.

I didn't want him to hurt me again because of Bonnie.

I look tough, but only I knew where I was hurt.

One of his hands suddenly clambered up my cheek, and his fingers were startlingly cold.

His eyes suddenly were in a tangle of pain.

Suddenly he held me in his arms, with his chin rest in my neck and his lips in my hair. Finally I felt the

burn of his lips on my shoulder.

I knew in my heart that it was wrong.

Knowing that we had no possibility to back to each other, we should not tangle with others and hurt

ourselves in the end.

I would not only hurt ourselves, but also Brooke.

I struggled, but I failed to break free.

I had changed from pushing him to holding him around the waist.

I suddenly found that I loved this embrace, especially at this time.

I was so wrapped up in his arms that I forgot what I had to do was to stomp on him and push him away.

But I didn't.

He held me for a long time. Water from his hair got into my collar and ran down my collarbone.

What finally woke us up was an urgent knock on the door. There were many people outside.

There was a lot of noise, which was from Fairy Dixon, Georgia (Brooke’s birth mother) and her

husband, Philip Knight.

They seemed to come to catch adultery.

We parted at once, as if we were burning.

I adjusted my collar and gave him a dirty look.

I came to quarrel with him. If I was not hugged by him, I would not be caught.

I had been more and more passive in my life.

I organized my clothes and pulled open the door so hard that the person outside nearly ran into me.

"Calvin, you..." Fairy Dixon wronged voice came from behind.

I knew it was her. I went to her room to look for Calvin, and she went to get help.

How stupid she was. If I were her, I would ask for help and not show up!

I felt sorry for her. Calvin's face was gloomy and cold.

Georgia came up to me, raised her hand and tried to slap me, but was caught by Calvin on her wrist.

"Georgia, Josephine is pregnant. You should know what will happen if you slap her."

"Impudent!” Georgia pulled out her hand with force, “You still protect her!"

“Calvin!” Fairy Dixon came over, with tears on her face, “We are married, and Josephine has married to

brother, how could you..."

"Did we get caught in bed?" What was wrong with us?

“Josephine!” Philip yelled at me, "Do you know what shame is? I allow you to marry into our family for

the sake of the baby in your belly. But you are shameless!"

"Dad, it has nothing to do with her." Calvin interrupted Philip.

Anyway, he was kind of manly to protect me.

He pulled me behind him. Fairy Dixon's eyes were almost on the fire.

Georgia looked ugly, “Calvin, you are not my son, so I should leave you alone. Angel! Angel!"

She screamed the name of Angel.

Calvin's brow was furrowed. I thought he was repressing it, but soon he would fail to do so.

I regretted that I should not be so impulsive to come to him in the middle of the night, at least should

not let Fairy Dixon know. Now, I did not know how to defend for myself.

Besides, we did hug each other.

I was puzzled. If they hadn't slapped the door, I didn't know what would have happened.

It was the first time I didn't know what to say.

Georgia said in an acrid tone, “Housekeeper, go get Angel, let her see her good son seduce Brooke’s

wife!"

I looked at Calvin, hoping he would hold it down.

And then Brooke's voice sounded from behind the crowd.

“What's the matter?” He walked in from the crowd, walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Mom, I asked Josephine to come here and get a book. Why?"

Georgia stared at Brooke closely, “Really?"

"Yeah." Brooke looked down at me. "Didn't you take it?"

"Over there." I had a quick response and pointed to a book on a nearby coffee table.

Calvin gave it to Brooke. Brooke raised it to show the people, “It is just a matter. Why did you make

everyone not peaceful?"

His reproachful eyes fell on Fairy Dixon, “Sister-in-law, make things clear before you make a

judgment."

"No." Fairy Dixon was surprised by the abrupt reversal of things, “Josephine came to my room to look

for Calvin."

"Yes, I asked her to get a book." Brooke explained blandly, and then he turned to look at his parents,

“Dad, Mom, go to sleep!”

Philip took a glance at Fairy Dixon, “Sophie, make it clear first before you make a noise. Don’t you feel

ashamed to slander your husband?"

Georgia was unconvinced. But her son had said that, she had to leave following her husband.

Brooke put his arm around my shoulder and looked straight at me. "Go back to room. You must be

sleepy."

I was too sleepy to deal with them anymore.

When we went out of the room, Fairy Dixon was still crying, “Not at all. You two were in the room for so

long. What is in Brooke’s mind? Why does he protect Josephine ..."

I wanted to know why too.

Oh, I understood in a second.

He was the one embarrassed if he did not help me, letting the whole family know there was a affair

between Calvin and me.

After I walked into the room, I shook his hand off my shoulder, and headed straight for the bedroom.

"I thought you'd at least say thank you."

"I didn't ask you to help me." I looked back at him and looked at the book in his hand. "Read it well. It

took me so much effort to get it."