No One But You

Chapter 43 Meet His Parents

Unexpectedly, I reached the height of meeting his parents.

I bit my fork and looked at him. "Are you not afraid to affect my appetite. Tell me until I finish my food."

“My mother was virtuous and beautiful. She will never spoil your appetite."

"I didn't mean that." Calvin was good looking, his mother must be a great beauty.

"Don't tell me you agreed your mother on the phone."

"Don't tell me you have no guts to meet my mother."

No! What a big deal.

I can't stand the challenge.

After dinner I went back to his house with Calvin. Lucy and Sally had been awake, waiting for us at the

door of the living room. They relieved after seeing us come back.

Lucy hurried to come up and said to us with a smile, “The bath water has been ready. It is too cold

outside today, Mr. Knight and Miss Josephine, please take a bath."

“I don't take bath with him." I winked at her.

When I got to the bathroom door, I remembered that I had bathed in Daniel's house. I stopped and

turned to Calvin behind me and said, "I took a showed today. I don’t have to take another shower." This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"Wash the smell out of his house."

"What does his house smell like?"

"The smell I don’t like. Don't go to their house when you are angry at me in the future. Divorce him as

soon as possible, soon you and he will have nothing to do."

"He won’t divorce me easily, especially now I stay with a a millionaire, he will tie me tightly."

I smiled at her, “Daniel is not a piece of iron, he is a piece of mud, sometimes mud is harder to be

dealed with than iron."

"No matter he was a iron or a mud, you have had a bad taste before, and you must correct it quickly.”

"I used to choose him not because of my taste, but because of my level. Men of my class can only

choose men of my own class, and you were at best an accident." I poked him in the chest. "Go take a

shower."

"Take a shower with me. Our bathtub is big enough." He took me in his arms and went to the bathroom.

I didn't want to shower with him.

I turned in his arms, raised my head and touched his cool cheek. "It's not that I don't want to take a

bath with you. It's that I'm afraid that after you take a bath with me, you will be so intoxicated with my

perfect body that you will be able to see but cannot have it."

“I've restrained myself for so long." He gave a clam smile. I liked the folds in the corners of his lips, like

the ripples created by a ship sailing in the sea. Although this description was a little complicated, but

the smile of Calvin always made me feel broad.

He was not as greasy as other rich men. Sometimes I thought he had a simple side. When he was

simple and beautiful, I can't help but want to hug him.

Eventually I didn't shower with him. I took a bath in the bath, and he went to his own room to shower,

then went around to me and carried me back to his room.

Every night the routine was so convoluted that he had to hug me to sleep anyway.

He said that my body temperature was like a thermostatic hot water bottle, which made him sleep

better by cuddling.

I let him say what he wanted. I didn't mind if he said I was like a gas tank, not to mention a thermostatic

hot water bottle.

I knew what I look like, so I didn't care what people said about me.

He turned off the light and the two of us lay in complete darkness.

When my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I saw the moonlight shining through the curtains

on the walls and ceiling, and suddenly I felt that it was bright.

After watching it for a while, I half closed my eyes sleepily.

Suddenly I heard the voice of Calvin ringing in my ear very clearly.

"When you get angry, you can beat me, but you cannot run away."

I muttered, smiling, and turning over to face the wall.

"Freak, I don’t want to beat you."

I was sleepy, but I did not close my eyes.

I looked at the white wall with my eyes open, because I closed my eyes, tears would flow out of the

eyes.

Many people said that I had a hard heart and I rarely cried.

This was often the case with hard-hearted people, who don't necessarily cry after being beaten,

spurned, ridiculed and abandoned.

But being loved, being pitied, being embraced, the hard wall in my heart suddenly collapsed, even

more dangerous than a dangerous building.

I didn't fall asleep until midnight because of Calvin's words. He should have slept at about the same

time as me. We both lay with our eyes open for several hours without saying a word to each other. But

my heart can not be calmed as the ocean.

I didn't wake up until 9.30 am the next morning, and a text message from Calvin made me desperate.

"Knowing that you got up late this morning, your appointment with my mother has been moved to

lunch."

I was relieved. Calvin was a woman's friend. He knew I couldn't get up too early, so he changed the

time for me.

I got up quickly to wash my face, and then went downstairs to have breakfast. I did not want to frighten

the beautiful and dignified Mrs. Knight by being too hungry to gorge myself at noon.

After breakfast I went back to my room and dressed myself, which I did for over an hour.

I'd never dressed like this to meet a head of state, but I'd never met a head of state either.

I found a mint-green coat with a light beige wool skirt and color matching boots.

I stood in front of the mirror and saw that I had a little bit of celebrity style.

I combed my messy hair again, but I didn't wear any jewelry. I didn't want to dress up too shinely to

meet Mrs. Knight, because I wasn't that way myself.

The restaurant we had an appointment with last time was a Chinese restaurant where we ate

Hangbang cuisine, which was not totally Hangbang cuisine and Huaiyang cuisine. Therefore, there was

a small stage in the lobby of the hotel, on which two people were singing.

I had an appointment with Mrs. Knight to walk in at 11:30, and I looked at my watch as I walked through

the door. It was 11:25.

It was not too early nor too late, not so disrespectful to be late, nor so eager to be early.

I looked around the restaurant and saw a middle-aged woman in a fish-white cheongsam sitting in a

pavilion beside a small bridge and running water.

I identified her as Mrs. Knight, for she was noble and gentle, but surprisingly beautiful, and Calvin had

his mother's feature in his face.

I walked to her with a smile, stood in front of her, and slightly bowed to her, “Hello, Mrs. Knight, my

name is Josephine."

She raised her head to look at me, stood up and reached out to shake my hands, “Nice to meet you,

Josephine, I am Calvin’s mother. My name is Angel.”