No One But You

Chapter 42 Enough, Be Good

It was an emotional and sentimental kiss.

I knew Calvin was angry, so I gave him response sensibly.

The first half was a conscious response, and the second half was an involuntary response.

He smothered me with his kiss, and I could only pat him on the back before he stopped and left my lips

holding my shoulder. His eyes were bright and his pupils were as dark as the night.

"But for the driver in front, I would have you now." He said through gritted teeth.

He said such such a sentence every day.

I was used to it.

He did not dare to do that before. Now as my belly was getting bigger and bigger, he at most hugged

me to sleep.

He just talked about it even if he wanted to.

"Scarlet." He said to the driver.

Scarlet was an outrageously expensive western restaurant, where a glass of lemon water with no color

taste can sell for 88.

I knew Calvin was rich, but I still felt so painful to spend money in that way. I had been poor.

"Why don’t you give the money since you are so rich. I can give you lemonade, two dollars for a cup

with unlimited refill."

"You have ten million now, and why are you still mean?" He laughed at me.

"Even if I am rich, I should spend it sparingly. After all, such an opportunity is rare."

"You have a good economic brain. Why don't you ask a little more from Fairy Dixon?"

"She doesn't have a business of her own, but relies on her family. Twenty million dollars is a lot to her.

If I asked more, I'm afraid she'll find someone to kill me."

I knew what was going on. I stopped as soon as I see fit.

Fairy Dixon was not a big spender. Her family can not give unlimited money to her.

He looked at me and said nothing more.

No matter what he did today, at least I understood that now Calvin didn't want to let me go, so he didn't

hesitate to fall out with the Dixon Family.

The driver took us to Scarlet. I had never come in, but only passed by a few times.

He took me by the hand and went in and asked me, "Have you been here?"

"No."

"Then how do you know the price for a glass of lemonade is high?"

"I heard about it? Our editor-in-chief was there and boasted it in front of us for a week."

The editor-in-chief was not as rich as the outside world thought, since he was paid with dead wages.

Even there was occasionally bonus, but it was a few.

We sat down at a table by the window, and I was too lazy to think as he helped me order. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Calvin had a good taste, so everything he helpped me order tasted good.

When he ordered, I played a game on my phone.

He sat across from me and looked at me. It took him a while to say, "Have you cooled down yet?"

“How can I be angry?” I answered him as I played the game carefully.

"Fairy Dixon gave you money this afternoon. Just now I took revenge for you, can you not be angry

now?"

I raised my head with a smile, “I don’t have that strong self-respect. I am not angry. Fairy Dixon is my

treasure God. I am happy that she gave me money. Tell her I welcome her to do so.”

"Don't make yourself sound like a gold digger. I know that you've frozen your account."

It turned out that he knew everything. If he knew that I was really a gold digger, he would not have gone

to Daneil’s house to look for me.

He thought he saw the good in me, but I wasn't that noble. I just had a bad temper and didn't want to

use the money of these so-called upper-class people.

But I didn't want to take advantage of her, so I took her money and froze my money account, so that I

couldn't get it out and she couldn't take it out. it was so perfect.

"Fairy Dixon met her match this time." He took a sip of lemonade and smiled thinly. "Twenty million is

about all she has in savings."

"Aren't you going to pay her thirty million tomorrow?"

"It has to be done in the simplest way, though I knew it wasn't money she wanted."

Calvin helped me to order my food. He really knew me well and ordered a collection of classic French

dishes.

Asparagus with truffles, foie gras, snails with red wine, and a little lamb chop.

The portions were not very large, and they were not engough for a glutton like me.

Foie gras was as big as plam. I cut it in two with a knife, and ate it in two.

He leaned his chin on his hands and watched me eat, not fearing that I would frighten the other women

in the restaurant.

"After all this, at least give me a few days of peace." He said.

I was too busy eating to answer him.

I didn't spend a lot of time with Calvin, but he knew me well enough to know when my behavior was

true and when it wasn't, when it was sincere and when it was just a tantrum.

I didn't know if I should be glad he knew me so well, or afraid he had read my heart.

I sat opposite him, like a transparent glass person, with no privacy.

I once made a wish as a teenager that my mate would know me like a worm in my stomach and know

what I wanted before I even opened my mouth.

Now I had found such a person, but it scared me.

Because he fit my bill perfectly.

When I was in college, a couple of girls huddled in the same bed, dreaming of future partners, I told

them what I wanted, and they laughed at me and said if I didn't lower my standards, I'd be alone all my

life.

Later, when I met Daniel, they told me that I had lowered my standards too low.

He was helping me cut a lamb chop. I stopped my fork and peeped at him.

Without looking up, he knew I was looking at him. "If you want to look at me, look straight ahead. I don't

charge you."

"I won't look at you if you charge me." I picked up the lamb chops he had cut for me and stuffed them

into my mouth.

His cell phone suddenly rings. He had two phones, basically the business one will automatically trun off

at night, or transferred to the assistant's cell phone, the one left was a private number, but it didn't ring

very often.

He answered it after took a glace at it, without evading even if I was sitting across from him.

“Mom."

It was his mother. It must had been that Fairy Dixon's mother called Mrs. Knight just now.

I didn't know what Mrs. Knight had said on the phone. I continued to have my food. The delicious food

was no longer good when it got cold.

In fact, the foreign food was just like that. Our own food was delicious, but we didn’t have often the

foreignfood, so we thought it was good since it was scarce.

His call was brief and and he had no emotional change.

When he hung up, he looked at me and said, "My mother wants to see you at 9 a.m. tomorrow."