No One But You

The second day, when I woke up, all of the regrets was thrown to the winds.

I started to drink and dine as ever.

Since I was pregnant, I didn't have to work and became the idlest person in the whole family.

Although Georgia and Angel didn't have to work either, Georgia was busy socializing and playing mahjong and sometimes attending the women's association because she was the vice president.

While Angel was keen to gardening, and the garden of Knight's house was attended by her own.

As for me, my main job is eating, from breakfast till late snack, eating on and on for the whole day.

Zofia sent me some fermented beans, and I let Bennett cook them with meat steak, which was so delicious that it could make my eyebrows fly.

Calvin hadn't been back for the whole day. Precisely, he didn't walk in the door of Knight's house since he went back from Maldives except last time he took me back.

I heard that he would go to the company, but he was staying at Bonnie's during the night.

Angel also went out for a while during the day, and every time she went back, she seemed pretty tired.

I didn't ask where she had been, but she told me on her own initiative, "Bonnie suffers from heart disease. She fainted after being stimulated during the day. She is still receiving first aid. Well, now I could even picture the scene that Bonnie was touching her chest in a fascinating manner.

A beauty with heart disease was like steak with wine.

I was not gloating absolutely. I was not as blinkered as Fairy Dixon. Even if there were no Bonnie, nothing would have happened between me and Calvin, so she wasn't a thorn in my flesh. Angel just mentioned it and I didn't ask more.

The snow stopped today and there wasn't much on the ground. The garden was cleaned up by the workers at home.

I ate too much for dinner, so Stella was supporting me to stroll in the garden.

I pointed at the moon in the sky and said to her, "Stella, look, sugar pie."

She giggled covering her mouth with her hand, "Josephine, it's so great to see that you are happy every day."

"Should I cry to you every day?"

"I mean, you are not like Miss Dixon. She won't give us a second glance."

"She's not like me. She's from the upper class. I was born in a normal family, and I shouldn't forget where I came from." I winked at Stella.

Although it was cold in the garden, the air was fresh. It was so stuffy inside that I almost couldn't breathe.

As we walked, Stella suddenly stopped, looking ahead.

I followed her gaze and found a tall figure standing in front of me.

Oh, Calvin, he finally came back.

He was the king and I would make way for him.

I stepped aside and motioned him to go first.

He walked toward me, while facing Stella, "I need to talk to her."

"Okay." Stella bowed immediately and ran far away.

I didn't know what Calvin was going to say to me, but his face was sour. I guessed it wouldn't be something good. The moonlight was pale tonight, shining on our shoulders.

My nose was numb because of coldness. I shrank my neck and looked up at him, "Whatever you are telling me, say it." "Josephine." His tone was cold, and I could sense his anger was reaching the peak and about to explode from his voice. "Yes, I'm here." I said.

After he called my name, he remained silent for a long while.

It was really cold in the garden, especially when we were standing still. I felt like my heels were frozen.

"If you don't have anything to say, I'd like to go inside and take a shower." I turned around and he pinched my elbow, "What a nice move that you made use of another to defeat your rival." What did that mean?

I turned back suspiciously, and squinted at him facing the moon.

I got dumb after I was pregnant. At least five seconds later I finally realized what he meant, "Did Bonnie have a heart attack because Fairy Dixon sent someone to harass her?"

He looked back at me the same way I did. His pupils were completely blocked by his eyelashes so that I looked fuzzy in his eyes.

He thought it was me who told Fairy Dixon about Bonnie, so she went for her.

I didn't think Fairy Dixon was that stupid, nor did I think Fairy Dixon would think I was more stupid.

I looked at him and sneered, "Then what are you going to do with me? It's your brother's baby in my belly. If you hurt me, he'll make you dead."

"So it was really you?" His hand pinched a bit harder, right at my muscle, and my left arm was numb and couldn't move immediately.

"Aren't you sure it was me? Let go, you are hurting me!"

He looked at me without a blink and his eyes were colder than this winter night.

As if there was someone pouring a bucket of cold water on top of my head and froze me quickly.

Seriously, I found that I cared a lot about how he looked at me.

There was disappointment, and even contempt.

I didn't care if anyone else despised me, but I did care if he did.

Fuck him. Why should I care about him?

I struggled to free my elbow from his palm and rubbed it with the other hand, "Protect your girl, or make her strong. It's too late to stand up for her after she gets bullied."

"You are jealous." It seemed that he almost uttered each word through gritted teeth.

"How confident." I hummed and sneered. While I was thinking hard about how to satirize him, he suddenly held my waist with a hand and encircled me into his arms with the other. Before I could think, he kissed me.

It was cold and my face was freezing.

I could only feel his body was so hot, like a fire ball.

His lips were hot, so was his face and his breath.

He melted me, like a pool of water, which ceased to exist.

I came to my sense after a daze and pushed him away hard.

He hugged me at full tilt. He had long arms and legs, when he hugged me tightly, I found that I couldn't move him at all.

There was some kind of punishment in his kiss. I did nothing wrong and I didn't need to take his punishment like that.

Therefore, as his lips were tossing on mine and claiming my mouth, I bit heavily on his upper lip.

It was supposed to be painful and I saw his pupils shrank a bit. But he just paused for a second and kissed me even more madly.

However, he forgot about one thing. I was Josephine and no one could force me to do things I didn't want to.

I bit him even harder and then I felt some salty liquid spreading on our lips.

Raw and salty.

His lips were bitten through and he eventually let go of me.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and there was a bright bloody line on it.

And his lips, I tried to identify the color by the moonlight, were the color of Dior 999, crimson.

How strange! The way he punished me was by kissing me. If he used the same method to punish Fairy Dixon, she would probably go to irritate Bonnie every day.

I wiped my lips with a tissue, threw one on him, turned around and left.