The Story of Calvin and Bonnie


    I had never been interested in prying into others’ business, so I didn’t like to do profiles and was only


    interested in some valuable social news.


    Mrs. Angel handed me a cup of hot tea, which I held in my hands.


    She didn’t care whether I wanted to listen or not and said, “Bonnie was Calvin’s first secretary when he


    was still the general manager of DonHiu Group.”


    I took a sip of tea. It was a little bit hot and burned the tip of my tongue.


    “Bonnie was born in a poverty-stricken family, which was not only poor but also had a bad reputation.


    She doesn’t have a father. Her mother had worked in that kind of business, and she was given birth to


    under that situation.”


    That kind of business, which I understood immediately after giving it a thought.


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    She didn’t know who her father was, probably nor even did her mother know.


    Such family background was far contrasting with Calvin’s. Master Knight would probably be out of his


    mind if he agreed to let Calvin marry her.


    By contrast, though I was born in a normal family, our family background was clear and three


    generations had been peasants.


    Maybe Master Knightpared me with Bonnie and was less against it when Brooke was marrying


    me.


    I continued to drink my tea, and ate the snacks Ste brought just now. They were freshly baked,


    savory and crispy.


    Angel continued, “When Bonnie was a secretary, she hadn’t graduated from university yet and was


    only a high school student.”


    “Were the recruitment criteria of DonHiu Group this low a few years ago?” I couldn’t help but interject.


    “What a coincidence. Calvin had recruited a group of college students before, but he was not satisfied,


    so he lowered the criteria. As long as one could work as a secretary, the requirements was met. Bonnie


    was virtuous and organized whatever she did.”


    “Then love grew as time went by.” I could help her with the rest of the story, which was amon


    scene in TVB channel and was too boring to useter, “rich kid born loaded fell madly in love with a


    poor Cindere and insisted on being with her regardless of his family’s opposition.”


    Angel stared at me, “Basically that was the story.”


    It was pretty cliché. The more different the two were, the higher chance they would fell in love.


    It was so called distance caused beauty. One lived in a fabulously rich residence and the other lived in


    hell. With such a distance, everyone looked beautiful like a flower.


    When the story was over, I finished the whole te of pastries, with sesame seeds all over the floor.


    I pped my hands, wiped my mouth, and stood up from the sofa, “The pastries were delicious but the


    story was just so-so.”


    It was Angel who insisted on telling the story and I was not interested.


    I turned around and walked to the door, opened it and walked outside.


    She kept observing my facial expressions, trying to see something from my face.


    Obviously, I wouldn’t let her tell anything from my face. Actually, I was calm at the moment and even


    wanted tough.


    I went back to my room andy down,pletely silent.


    It was too quiet so I fell asleep soon.


    I was awakened by Fairy Dixon. I found her standing in front of my bed as soon as I opened my eyes.


    She looked furious, “Where’s Calvin?”


    I rubbed my eyes and sat up. That was funny. Why would shee to my room to look for her


    husband?


    I lifted the sheet to show her that he was not in my bed, “Wait and I’ll get out of my bed and show you


    the drawer.”


    She had no sense of humor, stomping her feet and not acting like ady at all, “Weren’t you with Calvin


    at noon? Where’s he now?”


    “Weren’t you with him yesterday? Why are you asking me?”


    I thought she was kind of smart and had some means before, but after interacting for a while, I found


    she was not better than Elena.


    I sighed, “You must have already searched my room, and I’m lying here, where else could I hide your


    husband?”


    “Do you know where he wentst night?”


    “How would I know?” Even though I did, I wouldn’t tell her. It was none of my business if Calvin told her


    himself, as long as it wasn’t heard from me.


    I had to learn to y it safe. It was prior to anything else to give birth to my baby restfully.


    Iy down to sleep, “Close the door when you go out.”


    “If you were with him at noon, you must know where he wentst night!” She kept pestering me, saying


    the same thing over and over again.


    “I do not know.” I said seriously, “Sis, youe to bother me because you couldn’t handle him. Why


    does your business even matter to me at all?”


    I suddenly remembered that Fairy Dixon called Calvin at noon, like they made an appointment to


    celebrate her mom’s birthday that night. No wonder she acted like there were ants in her pants.


    I looked out of the window, the sun set early in winter and it was getting dark.


    All of a sudden, her phone was ringing in her pocket. She hurriedly picked up. From her excited look, it


    was probably from Calvin.


    She trotted out of my room to answer the phone and Iy down and continued to sleep.


    However, I couldn’t fall asleep any longer with my eyes open.


    Later, Fairy Dixon went out. I heard from Ste that she was shouting and crying in her room, likely that


    Calvin didn’te to celebrate her mom’s birthday.


    It didn’t matter to me anyway.


    What happened between Calvin and Bonnie or was happening between them has nothing to do with


    me.


    Brooke came backte at night. He eased himself like a cat.


    I woke up at midnight. I got up to get some water and found him sitting at the sofa in a trance.


    I looked at him standing aside. Sometimes I was kind of curious about Brooke.


    A man like him was never obvious when expressing his feelings.


    I had no idea whether a man like him would ever love someone so deeply like Calvin.


    “Haven’t slept yet?” I looked at him in a daze and was scared by his sudden speech.


    I hurried to the kitchen to pour some water. He stood up and looked down at my bare feet, “Go back to


    bed. I’ll bring you what you need.”


    Since he was asking to serve me, I surely didn’t have a reason to deny it.


    “I want some water.” I went back to bedfortably and waited for him.


    He poured me some lukewarm water, which was not too hot nor too cold and could be drunk


    immediately.


    While I was drinking, he asked me abruptly, “Did you go to hospital to visit Bonnie today?”


    “Half correct.” I drank up the water at one go and handed him the cup, “I did go to the hospital, but I


    didn’t visit Bonnie.”


    He held the cup and was not about to leave right away. He stared at me for a while, “Were you afraid?”


    “She’s not a tiger, why would I be afraid of her?” I sneered, “I just didn’t think it was necessary. In what


    capacity should I visit her?”


    “As long as you know your capacity.” He finally turned around.


    Brooke would catch every opportunity to teach me a lesson.


    Therefore, I found he was sophisticated though he was young. He had a face of celebrity, but he


    always tried to be a pedant.


    I slept uneasily most of the night and I didn’t know when Calvin was backst night.


    It was until midnight that I suddenly felt that it was a huge mistake to marry Brooke.


    Since it was like putting a shackle on myself, reminding me every second of the truth that I had loved


    Calvin, and even now, I was still in love with him.


    Then I was awake, with my eyes open till dawn.