Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 226

Calvin was able to dissociate in the relationship between me and him soberly, because he did not love me.

Not loving made people sober and rational.

And love made a woman lose herself.

I admitted that I proposed to get a room with him because I wanted to confuse Joanna and get back at Brooke, and more importantly, I wanted to be alone with Calvin.

Love was like this. Clearly I knew I could not stay with Calvin, but it confused me.

I didn't know what would have happened tonight if I was not pregnant.

If we were unmarried, I could have been capricious, but now we were not.

No matter for what I married Brooke, no matter whether Calvin was forced to marry Fairy Dixon, we had got married, and it would be immoral if I had an affair with Calvin.

I wriggled out of his arms and the waiter brought the dinner I had ordered.

I almost ordered the hotel's most expensive dishes.

I turned on the TV and buried my head in the food. Calvin sat opposite me all the time and looked at me.

I didn't mind showing him how I eat. I was a glutton in his eyes, and I ate anything edible.

"You want to choke yourself to death?" He put a bowl of soup beside me, and I had it.

After dinner, I wanted to take a bath but was afraid he might peek at me. When I hesitated, he threw the bathrobe to me. "I'm not a pervert. I don’t want to peek at a pregnant woman.”

I hated Calvin that he could read my mind. He might think I was petty if he knew my thought.

I took my bathrobe to take a shower. As I closed the door, he said to me through the door, "Step on the cushions. Don’t fell."

He did not have to treat me with his thoughtfulness. He could just be kind to Bonnie.

I didn't know how Bonnie would react if she knew I was in a room with Calvin tonight.

I could guess Fairy Dixon's reaction. She would get angry and then immediately told Georgia.

I knew how to play against such a man.

Because I knew what she was going to do next, but Bonnie was different. I think that girl’s was deeper than that she looked like.

An opponent you couldn’t see through would be your true opponent.

Should I let Bonnie know that I was not trying to take Calvin away from her, so that she would not hold her hostile to me?

I'd made a lot of enemies. Several women wanted to kill me, but I wanted to save my life for my parents.

Calvin’s phone kept ringing too, it must be Fairy Dixon.

I lay in bed watching TV and dozed off. Calvin turned off the phone later.

The room was quiet except for the sound from the TV.

There was a TV dating show where the host asked the girl what kind of boyfriend she wanted.

The woman said he should be handsome, rich, but nice to her.

She couldn’t find such a man in real life and wanted to find one on TV?

I almost choked to drink water, laughing, pointing to the TV and said to Calvin, “I can guide this kind of stupid program in my dream."

"You want to be a director?" Calvin looked at me.

"Why should I? That's not my major."

After watching the dating show, I turned to another variety show. Although it was silly and fake, I didn't need brains to watch it.

When Calvin looked at my eyes, I would always involuntarily sink into his eyes.

My hands clutched the sheets and I leaned in.

“What are you doing?"

“Why are you so nervous?” He suddenly reached out and touched my cheek. "Usually you have sharp tongue, but when it comes to the critical moment, you lose it."

"Let go of your stinking hands!” I rubbed my nose, “I now but your eldest sister-in-law."

"Josephine, I'll strangle you a hundred times for your insane behavior!" He suddenly gritted his teeth and squeezed my shoulder. He said this without much effort, “Get divorced with Brooke."

"What does it matter to you whether we get divorced or not?"

"I can sleep with you as long as I want, and there will be no more moral rules."

"You wish." Just to sleep with him, I had to find a way to divorce Brooke. The problem is that Brooke won't divorce me now. What could I do?

His hands were around the back of my neck, pulling my head toward his face. I resisted, but I couldn't break free.

Every time I was alone with Calvin, I was extremely entangled, knowing that I could not approach him, but he had a strong attraction for me.

I knew it was love.

Love really hurt, Knowing that we had obstacles in status, family background, sometimes I still fantasied if I did not marry Brooke, would I throw myself into Calvin’s arms.

He pulled me in front of him. He liked to press his forehead against mine, and I can feel his temperature and his breath.

He suddenly sighed gently, but I didn't know why he sighed.

"Josephine." He called my name again.

"Yes." I answered softly and feebly. “Do you love me?”