The Day He Matured

“Why don’t you go to the living room?”

I felt uncomfortable when Brian kept staring at me, so I chased him away.

However, he was more stubborn than I thought, he kept standing still, not moving nor responding to me.

There was no other way, so I ignored him and tried to arrange the fruit on the plate as quickly as possible.

The atmosphere was immersed in silence when my stomach suddenly tortured me, causing me nausea. The enzyme flowed back into my throat with a sour taste that made my face wrinkled like a monkey, I had to put my hand on my neck to swipe down.

“What’s wrong with you?” Brian stroked my back and asked.

I feel that his liver is getting bigger. If his mother suddenly appeared and saw the two of us intimate with each other in the kitchen like this, I would probably bite my tongue.

I was so scared so I pushed him out, causing him to step back a few steps.

“I’m okay.”

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My eyes widened more than the mouth of the cup and stared at the person standing in front of me.

I guessed that Brian bought a diploma and he didn’t go to school. He and I had sex together two weeks ago but now I have symptoms of pregnancy. Is he really foolish or he’s pretending?

“How can I get pregnant? Are you crazy? I took birth control pills.”

“Crazy? Take birth control pills?”

Brian’s face suddenly turned from eager to angry.

Perhaps he was angry because I said he was crazy. In fact, I did not take medicine but that day was a safe day, certainly no baby.

I thought he would turn away immediately but no, he slowly stepped forward and approached me.

He bent down, and I tried to avoid him, finally, I almost lay down on the kitchen countertops.

“You … what are you doing?” I trembled.

“Bella, I’m not crazy. I … will interrogate you later.”

After finishing speaking, Brian stood up straight, his face became serious, cold, and extremely scary.

His eyes were darker, deeper and that smile was like he was gritting his teeth.

My apocalypse has come, right? What crime has I committed? Is it because I didn’t pick up the phone, and didn’t reply to his messages? Or is it because I said I took birth control pills?

But even if I did, so what? Why is this bastard so greedy?

Hellen was used for decoration by him, right? Why didn’t he call her, text her and ask her to have a baby with him? Does he think I work as a surrogacy? Does he think I’m a confide switchboard?

While I was busy with questions in my head, the fruit plate followed Brian’s hand to the living room.

If he kept clinging to me like this, if I didn’t have a heart attack, I would go crazy too.

After lunch until late afternoon, Hellen was always next to Mrs. Alina. They seem to have a very good conversation.

I saw my mistress smiling very brightly, sometimes she even reached out and stroked the hairs that fell on Hellen’s forehead. The two of them are like mother and daughter, very affectionate.

As for Brian, after giving the plate of fruit to the two of them, he immediately disappeared into the room, not seeing his face. It wasn’t until I put dinner on the table and Hellen went upstairs to invite him that he came down.

“Bella, today Hellen will sleep at our house. Prepare a room for her.” Mrs. Alina turned to me and said softly.

“Yes.”

After eating a cup of rice, I left the dining table, went straight to the second floor, and prepared a bedroom for Hellen.

I lived with them for nearly three years, so Mrs. Alina no longer wondered whether I ate more or less because she knew I was no longer shy and embarrassed.

When I want to eat, I will eat a lot, and sometimes I am anorexic or because I have eaten snacks, I am full.

After cleaning the room and preparing pillows and blankets for her, I went back to my room and took the phone to call Richard.

I thought it would take a few days for Brian to return, so I accepted his invitation to eat, but I did not expect my obsession to return so soon.

Although Brian has no right to prevent me from going out after I have finished my work, his unusual personality forces me to be careful if I don’t want things to become messy.

Maybe I should have a clear, frank talk with him and return the diamond ring that weighs more than the handcuffs.

“I’m listening, Bella.”

Oh, this warm, gentle voice sounds so good. I took a deep breath and explained to him the reason.

I lied that the host had a party to entertain guests and I was forced to stay next to them to serve them, maybe they would eat and drink all night so I didn’t have time for him.

“No problem. I will invite you another time. Work is always a priority.”

“Yes, thank you for understanding me. Have a nice evening to you.”

After ending the call, I purposely sat in the room, waiting for them to finish eating before coming back down to clean the table. Hellen also enthusiastically helped me, not leaving me like noon anymore.

“Let me wash the dishes. You go upstairs with the mistress. Your hand will be damaged.” I took the dirty dishes from the supermodel’s hand and said.

“It’s okay, let me help you, and then go to bed early together. After I get married, I also have to do housework. I want to take care of the family by myself, not hire a maid. Do you know? There are young maids who do not know their lowly status but keep trying to seduce the boss. I’m very scared.” Hellen grinned.

Oh, why do I feel like I’m the main character in her statement? Does she know that my situation is reversed now? To put it bluntly, Brian seduced me.

If she knew he gave me a diamond ring, she’d probably fall over and faint.

Thinking about it again and again, I feel sorry for Hellen. Does she know that her future husband’s heart has dozens of compartments, containing enough dozens of people, alternating steps in and out?

Obviously, when Brian is dating anyone, he is public on his personal page. It is not correct to say that Hellen does not know. Maybe she’s a pretty open person, so she’ll ignore his past.

Or maybe it’s because he’s sad that he flirts with many girls but now that he’s back with his old love, he’s not a bad guy anymore and she understands this.

But who am I in this tangled love story? Brian’s attitude at noon is still haunting me. He is still the maze that I don’t understand.

After finishing work, Hellen went straight upstairs and I turned off the light and went to my room.

Looking up at the rabbit-shaped clock on the table, my heart suddenly beat faster because I remembered Brian’s words at noon. If he hasn’t interrogated me by this time, he’s probably already forgiven me, right?

“So comfortable.” I exclaimed in satisfaction, stretching my arms, straightening my legs, and preparing the most comfortable position to fall asleep.

However, the fantasy quickly disappeared when the phone rang and the name of the demon Brian appeared on the screen.

What’s happening? His mother is still in the house and there’s Hellen too but he can’t forgive me.

One call, two calls, three calls, and then no more calls. It seems his stubbornness is not equal to mine.

I threw the phone on the table and lay down. However, as soon as my eyes were closed, I heard the message tone. I wanted to ignore it, but my hand groped on the table.

The content of the message made me immediately jump out of bed and run up to the rooftop, not forgetting to carry the two hundred and fifty thousand dollar shackles.

The bastard Brian threatened that if he didn’t see my face after five minutes, he would come down to my room to find me.

I regret it so much. The biggest, biggest mistake in my life was climbing into the bed of this man who didn’t know how high the sky was, or how thick the earth was.

When I left the last step leading to the terrace, I saw him standing near the railing, his hands in his pockets, looking into the distance, where the skyscrapers were shining like stars in the sky.

His white t-shirt and sweatpants make him look like a child.

Only when he’s dashing in a suit that he looks like a grown man even though he still possesses the ideal height and toned muscles.

“Brian.” I called out his name when I was about two meters away from him.

“Why didn’t you pick up the phone when I called you? I texted you but you didn’t reply. You despise me, don’t you?” Brian turned his head and asked with a smirk.

“I was busy at that time.”

“You’re busy going out on dates with men, right?”

Brian’s words made my spine chill, like an adulterer caught by her husband. Is he talking nonsense or is he hiring people to follow me?

Wait a minute, even if I date two handsome guys at the same time, what right does Brian have to question me or interfere?

Does he think he gave me an expensive ring and I became his secret lover? Does he think he has the right to control me when he sleeps with me for one night?

This country is a country of freedom and democracy.

“What if that’s true? I’m getting old, I have to find a husband.”

“What? Find a husband?”

After asking, Brian looked up at the sky and laughed like a madman. After that, he adjusted his facial muscles back to a serious look and looked straight at me.

His eyes were deeper, full of anger, behind his back was a vast blackness, giving me a chill every time those long legs took another step toward me.

Oh my god, is it still time for me to run away now? Why would I make love to such a scary person? Wrong, so wrong.