No One But You

He suddenly pulled the door open and shouted to the driver who was standing outside smoking, "Drive!"

The driver shivered and hurried to start the car.

He dared not to ask Brooke where to, so he drove back to Knight House.

During the thirty minutes on the way, Brooke said nothing.

He ignored me and I was enjoying a peaceful sleep.

When the car arrived in the Knight House, I still closed my eyes. I felt the car stopped, and then there was the sound of the door opening.

Before I opened my eyes, Brooke violently dragged me out of the car.

Seldom had he been so rude to me, for I had, after all, his beloved baby in my belly. Sometimes when I rolled over in bed and made a noise, he would straighten up from the sofa in the outer hall and warn me not to move.

He pulled me through the door and into the elevator, all the way up to our room. He went into the bathroom and handed me my toothbrush and mouthwash cup. "Brush your teeth."

I did have the habit of brushing my teeth at night, but there was no need to rush.

I didn't take the toothbrush in his hand, "I can brush by myself."

But he dragged me into the bathroom, and then squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrush and put it into my hand, "Brush your teeth immediately! I don't want you to wear smell of any other man!"

He growled, gritting his teeth. It was strange. He did not love me, why did he care about what I smell like?

Would he choke me to death if I didn't brush?

"Brush your teeth!"

I did not like to be pushed. If he pushed me, I won't listen to him.

Brooke suddenly took a sip of water, and then blocked my lips and poured it down. If I hadn't pushed him away in time, I would have swallowed the mouthwash.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and I sensed that Brooke's rage level had peaked and was about to reach extraordinary.

A wise man was a good judger. Brooke's angry look was really terrible. I knew he would not do anything to me, but his eyes seemed to tear me apart.

I read something in his eyes that gave me heart palpitations, which, if I read it correctly, should be a form of jealousy.

What was he jealous of? Was he jealous of Calvin?

Was he jealous of my love for Calvin?

He didn't love me. Why was he Jealous of it?

I took the mouthwash cup and toothbrush from his hand, "Ok, you are so terrible, I am afraid of you. I can brush my teeth. Go out."

He looked at me for a moment, then walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door.

It was scary when Brooke got angry, because I didn't know him, and I didn't know what he was going to do.

In case he got mad, I was afraid my life was in danger.

I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth and washed myself clean of what he called the smell of Calvin.

In fact, I didn't wear smell of Calvin at all. Calvin didn't drink or smoke. I loved smelling the laundry detergent from his shirt.

It was the only thing I could relate to about him.

I cleaned up and came out of the bathroom. Brooke was standing by the bathroom door.

He looked me up and down, then took me by the hand and headed for the bedroom.

I shook his hand off at once, and he looked back at me. "Do you think marrying me is just for fun? Do you think I'll sleep on the couch forever? Do you think I'll give you a chance to fool around?" His parallelism sentences were good, like a poem.

I was trying to figure out what to say to him, but he had already pulled me down and was lying beside me.

Sharing a bed with husband was a common occurrence.

I wouldn't be able to call the police unless I had the strength to hit him now.

The only good thing was that I was pregnant and he could not do anything to me.

He wanted to sleep in bed and I couldn't do anything about it. I rolled over with my back to him.

As Brooke's hand put on my shoulder, I suddenly said, "When I was in the villa of Calvin before, we slept with a position like this. He held me from the behind, but the only difference was that I was naked."

He rested his hand on my shoulder and then let go.

I was really tired after a whole night.

Gradually, I closed my eyes. I woke up once in the night, but Brooke wasn't with me and he went back to sleep on the sofa.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to a sound sleep.

Brooke and I failed to get divorced, so we had to live together like this.

My body grew heavier and my belly grew bigger.

Later, I almost never leave my house, but nested in my room every day.

I knew Georgia did not like me, but she could not help it, because Brooke approved of my way of life.

I hadn't been much out of the house since the last time, nor had I seen Calvin.

After the incident of that day, Brooke was more considerate to me, but more silent. He let people serve me well, but refused to communicate with me.

He didn't want to talk to me and I

didn't bother to pay attention to him.

I

all my spiritual world intel

dramas. It was nice to see

the heroine crying.

Maybe because I was so calm, my mom called me.

"Josephine, your aunt and I came. You don't have to come to the station to meet us. I'll check into the hotel and give you the room number!"

This day had finally come. I used to worry about what my mother would do if she saw my present situation. But no matter how afraid I was, this day would come. So now I was calm, take things as they come.

I said to my mother, "I'm going to book a hotel for you. I'll give you the address and room number of the hotel. You can just go there."

Then I got up and dressed up. My belly was big, and I could not find the clothes which could slightly cover the belly, so I just gave up.

It was weekend. When I went out of

the room happened to meet

Brooke who came back from

morning exercise. When he was free,

he would go running in the O

mountains in the morning.

He hardly ever talked to me. Today, he saw me step out of the door and asked, "Where are you going?"

I hated him that he kept me in captivity like a pet. I did not want to tell me.

As I walked forward with my bag and stomach in my hands, he grabbed my arm. "If you don't answer it, do you think you can leave?"

Yeah, this was his home court. He called the shots.

"My mother came." I told him frankly, "Well, are you going to stop me from seeing my mother?"

"Wait for me."

"I'm not going to introduce you to my mother."

"I'm going to introduce myself to my mother-in-law." He pulled me into the room and locked the door. "I'll just take a shower and change my clothes."

He went in for a bath and came out quickly, then changed his clothes.

A light grey turtleneck sweater over a dark coat was a good look for a tall, well-built man. It was not youthful enough, but it was perfect for him.

I was not ashamed to take him out, and I knew I could not get rid of him now.

I glanced at him and pointed to the door. "Now open the door!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐