The Day He Matured

After a memorable Christmas night, Richard actively texted me.

At first, he just sent me good morning wishes and good night wishes, then gradually he inquired more and more about the tasks that I had to do during the day. He also told me to pay attention to my health because it suddenly turned cold.

As for Brian, after that night, he no longer texted or called me. I guess he fell in love with Hellen again.

So that’s good. This is what I expected. Maybe those girls are temporary so he teases me for fun, and Hellen is his long-standing love affair and she is also liked by his grandfather, of course, it will be different.

Finally, the weekend has come, this morning, the sky is no longer gray. The sun on a winter day is not as bright as a summer day, but I still feel the warmth it brings.

As I was drying the bed sheets, my phone rang. I thought that Mrs. Alina needed me to do something, so I quickly put my hand in my pocket to rummage.

However, I guessed wrong, the person calling is Richard. This is the first time he called me.

A feeling of suspense enveloped me. It doesn’t matter if he texts me, but when I see him calling me, my limbs freeze and I have trouble breathing.

“I’m listening.” I held my breath and spoke softly.

“What are you doing? Am I disturbing you?” His voice softly entered my ear.

“No disturb. I just finished drying the clothes.” I quickly replied.

A very soft but warm laugh rang in my ears. God, I can imagine the look of the guy who was once my dream just by listening to it.

“Bella, tonight I want to invite you to have dinner with me. You… can you arrange the time?”

“If we go between seven o’clock and nine o’clock, I can go out.”

“Luckily, I thought you would say you were busy. At seven o’clock at night, I’ll stand at the top of the street and wait for you.”

“Yes. See you later.”

I hung up the phone, but my heart is still beating fast.

A single man asking a single woman to have dinner is just a simple friendship, right?

But I and Richard have not become friends yet. Wait, he texted me every day and asked me to have dinner today.

What is this relationship? Is Richard flirting with me like Brian used to do?

Could it be that this beauty of mine has already made him flutter?

Surely not. Perhaps he just feels sorry for me.

When he heard me loudly introduce the work I was doing, his eyes looked like he was pitying me.

That’s right, I’m a poor woman. I lost my father, my mother, and my house, and I even lost my virginity to a young, promiscuous master.

After straightening the bed sheet, I quickly went to my room to get my coat and then take a basket to go to the market.

When I passed the living room, Mrs. Alina beckoned me back, telling me to buy more food.

“Are we going to have a guest?” I was curious, so I asked.

“Yes, Brian returned today, he just called me. He and Hellen just got off the plane.” Mrs. Alina’s face showed a happy expression.

I smiled too, but it was a crooked smile. At this moment, I was determined to get rid of his haunting figure out of my head.

So fast. She’s his ex, so he doesn’t need to spend a lot of time flirting with her.

Although I was determined to do so, it was difficult for me to forget him, every step I took was like surfing on clouds.

I felt like my heart was squeezed by an invisible hand when I imagined Brian having fun with Hellen at the airport.

I scolded myself for being so stupid, falling in love with the bad boy, so that now my soul is no longer my own, and my reason disappeared.

After jostling for a long time in the crowded market, I escaped the crowds with a basket full of meat, fish, vegetables, tubers, and other trifles.

I purposely walked slowly, even though I knew I would have to see them together, anyway.

Even though the little demon in my head told me that I still had a guy named Richard as a backup plan, why couldn’t I forget that obnoxious creature named Brian?

I don’t know if the two of them were stuck in traffic or they were busy in love, but when I finished cooking and put the dishes on the table, they still didn’t show up.

Mrs. Alina was just as impatient as I was, she kept going in and out, and the phone in her hand was raised and lowered, but she didn’t make any calls.

“Oh, they’re back, they’re back.” She exclaimed when she heard the doorbell ring.

I quickly took the key and ran out to open the gate for him.

The moment he entered, I immediately turned my face away. Even when he intentionally bumped into me, I didn’t turn around.

Although I tried to walk slowly, I still met the perfect couple at the door.

I have to admit that Hellen is very beautiful in real life, just like the pictures in the newspapers and the pictures on TV. She has eyes the color of the sky and a smile like the sun. In short, she was like a goddess, lighting up the whole mansion.

“Come on, let’s get to know each other. Hellen, this is Bella. And this is the beautiful, famous supermodel Hellen, Bella.” Mrs. Alina approached us and smiled brightly.

“Hello, Ms. Hellen, my name is Bella.”

“Hello, Bella.”

Because Hellen held out her hand, I had to shake her hand.

Her hands are very beautiful, her fingers are long and white, and stand out with extremely eye-catching red flower-painted nails. Her hand is also soft like Brian’s hand.

According to Mrs. Alina’s advice, I took Hellen up to the upstairs room so that she could shower and change clothes to stay awake because she was on the plane for a long time, so she was probably very tired.

From beginning to end, I didn’t look at Brian’s face, so I didn’t know what his facial expression looked like.

It wasn’t until I sat down to eat that I peeked at him and realized that he was looking at me with bullet-shaped eyes.

Okay, it doesn’t matter if he wants to look at me with arrow eyes or even grenades. His eyes didn’t make me break or bleed.

Maybe he feels that I don’t respect him because I don’t pick up the phone or reply to his spam messages.

“How is your grandfather?” Mrs. Alina stopped her chopsticks and asked.

“He is very healthy.”

“Did he say anything about the shares of the Milan corporation?”

“No.”

I chuckle. Why didn’t Brian promote this way of speaking sparingly when he was with me?

Maybe I’m the only one who thinks he’s annoying because he talks a lot, everyone else wants him to talk a little more, even his mother.

Perhaps my mistress also felt that her son did not like to open his mouth, so she began to ask Hellen.

Although I eat quickly, my ears are also working enthusiastically.

Hellen will stay here for a long time because she has a working schedule here, filming, advertising photography, and developing her own cosmetic and fashion brand.

“I will prepare some fruit for everyone.” I turned to Mrs. Alina and spoke softly.

Leaving the dining table, I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly taking out some apples, a large bunch of grapes, and some tangerines from the fridge.

The wooden wall separating the cooking area and the dining table had a phoenix pattern, so I can easily see that the three of them have moved into the living room.

I just finished peeling the apple, and was about to peel the tangerine, when suddenly I was startled, almost screaming because the minty-scented warmth suddenly blew into my ears.

I hastily shifted to the side, looking up at the man who always used me for amusement. His face now looks like a rogue.

“Where’s the ring? Could you tell me why are you not wearing it?” Brian grabbed my hand, raised it, and asked seriously.

“Entangled, can’t work.” I answered.

“People wear bigger rings and they can still work. Only that much that you say entangled. You decry it’s small, right?”

My wrist was grabbed by Brian, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get rid of him.

My bones and joints are not strong at all, I’m just afraid that if he uses a little more strength, my wrists, and hands will be linked together by skin.

Is this guy crazy? If I say that two hundred and fifty thousand dollars are too little, why would I sell my body for ten years for one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars?

“Not. I … I’m afraid your mother can see it. I don’t know how to explain it to her. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, not two hundred and fifty dollars.” I answered. My hand was so painful that I almost burst into tears.

Brian’s hand gradually loosened. I hurriedly pulled my hand out of his hand and massaged it.

Perhaps he was surprised by this weak appearance, right? I always widened my eyes to look at him, he said a sentence, and I also responded with a sentence, not respect.

Even that morning, when he went to the kitchen to ask me about me climbing into his bed, I did not show this mushy face.

Just because my heart was painful, my heart was sad and disappointed by the appearance of that beautiful girl.

“Say I give you. What are you afraid of? You don’t steal, why are you afraid?” His voice is gentle.

I swallowed my tears into my heart and turned away, continuing to peel the tangerine.

I could not imagine what the face of the mistress would turn into if she knew her son gave me a great value gift.

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