Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 213

Bonnie woke up and she was quite recovered from her illness.

On the second day of her waking up, she could eat and made calls.

I became angry because of the jam, and my stomach was growling.

Had passed the lunch hour for a long time. Even we got to Knight Family, there would nothing left to eat.

The growling of my stomach was so loud that even Calvin heard it.

“There is some soup!” He pointed to the thermal mug.

I would starve to death rather than to eat the food he prepared for another woman.

I squeezed a smile, “No, thank you.”

“Stewed chicken with Chinese Angelica.”

“Pregnant woman should not have much Chinese Medicine, and I don’t think my body needs supplement.”

“Fine, could you please tell your belly to stop growling? It’s noisy.”

“Sorry, I can’t do that.”

His hands rested on the wheel and eyes looked ahead. But he laughed lightly, “If you didn’t retort what I said one day, you won’t be Josephine anymore.”

I almost starved to death. I didn’t want to bicker with him.

He seemed busy, his phone rang again.

It was Fairy Dixon because I popped my head to have a look.

He answered the phone. And he was on speakerphone without a hitch.

“Hello, Calvin, today is my mother’s birthday, do you remember?” Fairy Dixon’s voice sounded especially sweet.

But which was different from the gentleness of Bonnie. The tenderness of Fairy Dixon was acquired by nurturing, but Bonnie was born gently.

I heard Brooke talk about this.

One time, Brooke mentioned Bonnie, saying that Bonnie was a girl soft as water, and she treated everyone well.

“Yes.” Calvin’s answer was only a grunt.

“Could you please go home early? Then we could celebrate mom’s birthday together. Please don’t forget.”

His response was another grunt and then he hanged up.

If Brooke was offhand with me like this, I would knock his head with a glass vase.

You could love a man. You should never make you passive and humble because of love.

I didn’t love Brooke; I would never give him chance to treat me like this.

What a busy man! He was able to achieve success one way or another.

He attended his sweetheart last night. Now sent his old flame home. Tonight he would celebrate his mother-in-law’s birthday.

The snow was snowing heavily. The world became white right before my eyes.

Most people loved snow, especially for people like me. You know, our city rarely snowed heavily. We would be wild with joy as soon as we saw snow.

We had stuck here for an hour, and the snow began to accumulate on the road.

The city became strange and novel.

I rested on the window and was absorbed in looking outside. My hands were frozen cold. And I blew on my fingers to warm them.

He dragged my hands and put them into his coat before I realized what happened.

I looked at him in astonishment, “Please let me go. You know you are not a gentleman, don’t pretend to cherish me.”

“You should enjoy what you got. What nonsense.”

He was right. But he was Bonnie’s honey, and he was married. This was not man I could love.

I tried my best to get my hands back from his arm.

I failed. And I was exhausted. I didn’t want to struggle. Whatever, I felt warm right now.

His arms held my hands, and I rested on his shoulder.