The Day He Matured

At exactly seven o’clock in the evening, I was present at the gate of Brian’s villa. Although he will fly at ten o’clock at night, he told me to come here a little early.

Maybe he wanted to tell me a few things, such as which rooms I could enter, which rooms I couldn’t, what I could do, and what I couldn’t do.

But I hope he keeps his old way of life.

The first feeling when I walked through the gate was a feeling of familiarity. Everything is almost unchanged.

The ornamental pots are still in the same position even though inside there are new trees and the broom to sweep the yard is still in the old position. I feel like I’ve never left this place.

“Bring your things to your room and then go to the kitchen to have dinner with me. I just finished cooking.” He said as he locked the gate.

“I’ve already had dinner.”

“Then eat some more. Come on, let’s go inside.”

He smiled gently and ran in first. I glanced at his back and then leisurely followed.

The moment I touched the door of the room where I had slept for three years, my heart fluttered like the feeling when I returned to my old school.

Inside the room remains the same, a bed with enough blankets, pillows and a wooden cabinet, a table with many compartments. However, it seems like everything has been replaced and just remains in the same position.

My hands trembled as I touched each item. The stream of sweet memories flows through my heart, both painful and happy.

I put my backpack on the bed and quickly left the room and went into the kitchen.

When I saw the eye-catching dishes on the dining table, I wasn’t surprised because before, when I officially accepted to be Brian’s girlfriend, every time his mother was away and he had free time, he would cook for me.

“Why do you cook so many dishes?” I pulled out a chair and sat across from him, asking softly.

“I’m treating you. All are dishes you like. Don’t you realize?”

“Two years have passed, and my preferences have changed.” I replied nonchalantly.

I don’t understand why I like to argue with Brian when he talks about old memories.

“Then… has your love changed?” His voice trembled slightly.

“Of course.”

I guess Brian saw me hugging Richard. Not long after Richard left, he appeared, and that proved that he had arrived first and was sitting in the car looking out.

That’s also good. I hope what he saw will make him give up thinking about rekindling that unfinished love.

After my answer, we didn’t say another word until the end of the meal. I washed the dishes and told Brian to go upstairs and prepare his things.

However, this guy said he had already finished arranging his clothes and stood with his back against the wall, looking at me.

I think if my body was painted, he would look at it until it peeled off.

“Do you have any advice for me? Do I need to avoid any rooms or can I go everywhere in the villa?” I spoke up to break the uncomfortable atmosphere. I’m about to suffocate.

“No. Walk freely. Go down to the wine cellar or climb to the roof, it’s up to you.”

I go down to the cellar to drink wine, huh? I go up to the roof to chat with stray cats, huh?

The day I left him, even in a dream, I did not expect that I would come back to this place, eat with him, and then stand here washing dishes.

Time passed, and when the clock rang, Brian also dragged the suitcase to the door. I quickly ran out and opened the gate for him.

This time, I stood and looked at the two red lights at the rear of the car until they dimmed, then turned back in, slowly walking to each room and looking around.

Mrs. Erina’s room is now empty, only a few photos are placed on the table, and clothes and shoes are all gone.

That’s right, keeping them will only make Brian more sad and nostalgic for the painful past. Just keep her in his heart.

I walked towards the study room. There are still beautiful little potted plants next to the window frame, but I know they are completely new plants, not old plants.

The time he returned to the US for treatment was enough to make them wither.

The bookshelf is not dusty at all. Did he clean it all up himself?

The last place I went before returning to the bedroom was his room.

The moment I looked at the table near the head of the bed, I was motionless, the next, a feeling of emotion suddenly surged up, making me choke.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

The picture of Brian kissing my forehead in that dim room that year is displayed in the middle, surrounded by photos of when I was working at the company.

The photos were taken from a side angle, from behind, but there were no photos taken from the front.

He secretly took pictures of me many times.

When I got back to my room, my tears were still flowing. What should I do with Brina now? I love him. I feel sorry for him; I pity him, but I can’t walk towards him and hug him.

I don’t doubt him anymore. I believe he approached and pursued me again because he still loved me very much and had no intention of taking revenge on me for what happened in the past.

It’s all because my heart is not good, so I doubt him.

“I want to go to his room to sleep, this room is so cold.”

After tossing and turning for a long time, I got up, ran to Brian’s room, and crawled into the warm blanket that still had his scent.

His scent is very pleasant, not bad at all, gives a warm feeling, and gives me peace of mind to fall asleep.

Because I just look after the house and don’t need to serve anyone, I don’t get up early to do anything.

After a few alarm bells, I turned it off and continued to curl up in the warm blanket until noon before waking up.

Just like that, I stayed in Brian’s house for five days and worked as a maid, cleaning the house and sweeping the yard.

Because I didn’t want Richard and Caily to know I was here, when they asked to come to my house to visit, I had to lie in every way.

Sometimes I used the excuse that I was busy having dinner with customers, other times I said I needed quiet to focus on researching potential customers.

Fortunately, the two of them believed me and didn’t ask any more questions.

At night, I was lying across the sofa and watching television when Brian called.

He asked me to turn on the camera so he could see my face.

My hair is ruffled like a mother porcupine and I’m wearing a sexy dress so I don’t turn on the camera.

“Wait for me a moment.”

I put down the phone and quickly ran back to my room to put on a coat, and brush my hair, then returned to the living room and turned on the camera.

At this moment, the man smiled contentedly.

“How’s it going? Are you afraid of being alone?”

“No. I slept very well. If I say I’m afraid, will you fly back?” I answered as I changed the TV channel.

“Uh. I’ll get on the plane tomorrow, I’ll arrive the day after tomorrow. I bought a gift for you.”

Hearing him mention gifts, I immediately glanced at the screen.

In his hand is a platinum bracelet, studded with sparkling diamonds, looking very beautiful.

This guy always uses luxury things to manipulate the psychology of a money-loving person like me.

I wonder if Brian and I come together, how will his grandfather treat him?

Will he ignore us and let Brian leave the Hana corporation, or will he get angry and destroy us?

If his grandfather wanted to destroy us, he and I wouldn’t even have pants to wear.

“Do you like it, Bella?” He asked cheerfully.

“It’s beautiful. Demotion gift, right?” I smiled faintly and asked him back.

“That’s not right. This is a gift for the girl I love. Because I saw that you like being a salesperson and not like being my secretary, I returned you to your old position.”

He said I’m the girl he loves, huh? Is he too straightforward? He always knows how to use words that make me feel awkward.

I remember Brian once said that if this love affair was opposed by his relatives, he would take me to a faraway place. Could it be that he was really going to do that?

“It doesn’t suit me. No, to be more precise, I’m not suitable for luxury jewelry.”

“You fit it very well. You are suited to the most beautiful and luxurious things. Don’t you see that your current image is very similar to the owner of that villa?”

My eyes quickly moved from Brian’s face to mine.

Which part of my body looks like the owner of this mansion? Which of his eyes saw that I resembled a luxurious mistress?

I knew that if I continued to argue about this issue with Brian, I would be the loser, so I changed the topic and asked about his health.

“I’m fine. I can still get married and have children and grandchildren normally.” Brian smiled and proudly said.

“Are you crazy? I’m just asking about your health, I’m not asking about your fertility.” I glared and raised my voice.

“These two issues are related to each other. So please rest assured. I have enough health to pamper and serve you.”

Where did this guy hit his head? What did he tell me to rest assured about?

Pamper what? It’s a shame. What is he thinking about? He is a perverted man.

I felt like fire was spreading to my face, causing me to feel hot.

The scene of that morning reappeared in my mind. Our appearance was like primitive people and the marks of kisses all over my body, the scratches on his body, the pillows and blankets messed up, the clothes thrown around.

As fast as lightning, I hung up the phone, turned off the Wi-Fi network, and blocked the phone number of the rogue creature named Brian.

Don’t tell me he’s thinking about the hot and cold scenes between me and him. Oh my God. Just thinking about that scene gives me goosebumps and chills down my spine.

It’s not OK. I had to carry my backpack on my shoulder and put my feet on my shoes.

I would throw the keys at him and run away as soon as he drove into the gate.

That’s right, don’t let him catch me back. At the company, on the street, in the tent, or even in my house, he probably wouldn’t dare to do it, but at his house, I’m not sure. I’d better be careful.

I love Brian, but lately, he’s been looking weird and scary.