His Little Wild Cat(2)

4

Later, Bertram took me back to school.

Sitting in the back of the car, we didn’t talk.

He seemed very busy and got many calls.

But he didn't speak much but occasionally said yes.

He saw my red and swollen eyes from crying, but he didn’t comfort me, which made me very angry.

"Bertram, you don't want to talk to me so much?" As soon as he hung up, he got another call, and I finally couldn't bear it.

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He froze for a while and finally put down his hand with his phone in it.

His phone kept ringing, and the atmosphere in the car was awkward.

"Sandra, you have grown up. There is something that I don't need to tell you about." He rubbed the temples. He was troubled.

"I don't understand why I can’t like you, Bertram. It’s just because my parents asked you to raise me, so I can only be your niece?"

He didn't speak, just staring at me silently.

"In the past eight years, you’ve never liked me?" The more silent he was, the more I wanted to clamor.

He still didn't answer me. He took out a cigarette, lit it up, rolled down the window, and looked out the window, "No."

"You..." As soon as I talked, I burst into tears. His answer was like a sharp knife in my chest, "You are lying."

He suddenly turned back to stare at me with deep eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Sandra, you are only 20 years old. You have a promising future ahead of you. You will have friends and studies, and you will also… have a boyfriend. You have your own life, and I will have mine."

"I will get married and start a family. You will no longer need me. Do you understand?" He stared at me.

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Hearing him say that he would get married and start a family, my mind went blank.

"Stop the car." I suddenly lost my patience.

The driver heard it and looked at Bertram.

"Stop the car. I want to get off the car." I was fed up with such an awkward atmosphere and I just wanted to escape.

"Sandra, calm down." He softened his tone.

"They all listen to you. What am I?" I tried to open the door like crazy.

"Stop the car." He suddenly told the driver to stop.

I quickly got off the car and slammed the door.

He didn't get off the car.

The car followed me slowly.

I was so mad that I ignored him.

Walking on the side of the road with disappointment, I felt my mind was a mess.

Later, it rained. He showed up behind me with an umbrella. He didn’t speak and just kept following me.

"Bertram, you asked me to stay away from you and told me not to have any fantasies about you. But you’re doing things that will make me misunderstand. Don't you think it is cruel?" I turned back and bumped my head into his chest. He stretched his hand reflectively to protect my head.

He was stunned for a few seconds. Finally, he took my hand, and put the umbrella in my hand, "Send me a message when you get to the dorm."

With that, he turned and walked into the rain.

He was tall, and his back was straight.

During the past eight years, he had comforted and encouraged me whenever I felt lonely, scared, or frustrated.

But in a blink of an eye, he suddenly distanced himself from me and told me that he was going to live his own life without me. I felt so heartbroken that I couldn't even breathe.

But I knew, as he always said, he had taken care of me just because of my parents' entrustment before they died. It was just a responsibility. He didn’t have any other feelings for me.

It was just my wishful thinking.

Back in my dorm, I directly blocked his phone number.

I felt so discouraged. I had been thick-skinned enough to tell him how I felt. He had turned me down and even hated me. It was time to give up.

4

Later, all my roommates knew that I was frustrated in love.

But they didn't know who the man was.

"Sandra, there are plenty of good men in the world. You will find someone else."

"Yeah, you are so beautiful. Many boys in the class like you,"

"You should move on. The fastest way to get over a failed relationship is to date someone new."

…

My roommates discussed how to help me feel better.

I was speechless.

"Sandra, I will go to a party with my boyfriend tomorrow. Why don’t you go with me?" Jenny suddenly came over and whispered in my ear, "They will be many rich and handsome boys at the party. You will find someone you like."

Hearing her words, my first reaction was to refuse.

But on second thought, I felt that it was time for me to go out and meet other men. I shouldn’t always fix my eyes on a man who didn't love me.

So the next day, I was encouraged by Jenny and put on a black camisole and high heels, and went to the party.

At the party, there were many successful people in suits. Jenny took the arm of her thirty-year-old boyfriend and talked with these people. I was a little impressed by her.

Sitting on the sofa in a daze, I suddenly thought of Bertram.

Does he also need a girlfriend like Jenny, beautiful, cheerful, and good at livening things up?

I was always a little nervous and dared not look around in a crowd. I wouldn’t make a man proud.

Thinking of this, I was a little angry with myself. He had been very protective of me over the years. I had never participated in such social activities or bothered to learn how to deal with others.

I picked up a glass of red wine, followed Jenny's example, and drank it in one gulp.

Before that, I had never drunk wine. Bertram had never allowed me to drink wine. He said that girls might be taken advantage of when they got drunk.

I had always listened to him in everything, but I didn't want to listen now.

So I drank a few more glasses of wine.

Just as I felt dizzy, the crowd suddenly got excited, and I looked over in a daze.

Then I saw Bertram.

He was surrounded by the crowd and walked in, like a big star.

Did I have an illusion? Why was he here?

The next second, I was a little soberer because I saw a woman on his left arm.

I met her at dinner last time. Her name was Alicia.

She had a calm smile on her face. She was wearing a tight dress, which was flattering to her curves. She looked gentle and elegant, outshining all others women present.

She was standing beside him and greeting everyone. He was leisurely and only smiled occasionally. They were a good match.

I suddenly understood why she had won Bertram over.

I suddenly felt frustrated.

5

Just as I was going to walk away, I heard a female voice.

"Bertram, isn't this your niece?" Alicia greeted me with a smile.

Then everyone looked at me, and I froze.

"Sandra, right? Who did you come with?" She took Bertram’s hand and walked towards me.

As soon as I looked up, I saw that he looked a little surprised and unhappy.

"My classmate," I answered truthfully.

I wanted to leave. I didn't want to stay here for another second.

"Niece? Mr. Hill, you have such a beautiful niece."

"Yeah, why didn’t you tell us?"

"Hello, girl young, I am your uncle's friend. Come sit here."

Many men in suits began to joke with me.

I froze in place awkwardly.

"Young girl, come sit with me. Don't talk to them. They are not good people."

A younger man came over, held my wrist enthusiastically, and took me to his table.

"Jones." Bertram, who had remained silent, suddenly warned the man.

"What? Bertram, don't look so serious all day. You scared the young girl." The man named Jones gently pushed Bertram away and wanted to take me away, "Well, ignore your uncle. He’s no fun. I will protect you."

My head was buzzing while he was pulling me away.

Passing by Bertram, he stared at me and suddenly said, "Did you drink?"

"You are so annoying. You’re a control freak. Why do you care whether she drinks or not? It’s no fun." Jones interrupted him.

I didn't want to talk to Bertram. I just wanted someone to take me away.

But when I was about to walk away, he grabbed my other hand, "Go home. This is not where you should come."

I think he was humiliating me. Did he feel that I was not decent enough and I embarrassed him when I came to such a place?

I gritted my teeth, shook off his hand, and said to Jones, "I want to go out for some fresh air."

"Oh... okay." Jones smiled and deliberately winked at Bertram.

Bertram was probably very angry because he called me by my full name in a low voice before I left, “Sandra Clark."

Whenever he called me by my full name in the past, I knew that I had gone too far. But now, I suddenly wanted to piss him off.

Seeing that he was angry, I somehow felt great. Oh, sweet revenge!

I shook off his hand and walked out of the party hall with Jones.

He took me to his passenger seat, fastened my seat belt, and looked at me with interest.

"Where are we going?" My voice was soft.

"I’m taking you for a ride. Do you dare to go with me?" He asked me with a smile.

"Of course..." I looked at him and concluded that he was a playboy, "Wherever you’re going."

"Oh..." He suddenly smiled, "How interesting."

He started the car.

The red wine was so strong. I thought I was almost burning.

Later, my thoughts drifted. I didn't know what he said all the way.

"Can you take me to find a place to sleep?" I suddenly interrupted him.

I meant it literally, but I didn't know if he misunderstood.

My head felt so heavy and dizzy. I just wanted to sleep now.

"Are you sure?" He raised his eyebrows, looked at me, and said jokingly, "Your uncle will kill me."

Once he mentioned Bertram, my head hurt more.

He took his girlfriend to the party and made me look like a fool. Thinking of it, I was even angrier.

"Do you get on well with my uncle?" I suddenly asked him.

He froze for a while and then looked at me with a smile, "No."

"No? Why would you care about him?" I murmured and slumped back in the passenger seat. I was so sleepy.

"So rebellious?" He said so but still took me to find a place.

Later my memories were a little blurred, and I seemed to be asleep.

I was suddenly awakened by a call.

"No! I didn't do anything!

"Bertram, are you crazy? I’m taking care of your niece out of kindness. You’re so ungrateful.

"Listen, your niece asked to come to my place. I did nothing to her. She is sleeping.”

"It's not what you think. She is sleeping, but I’m not... She got a little drunk... Damn, how can I explain to you clearly?”

"How can you do that? I’m doing you a favor, but you’re going to steal orders from my company?

"All right. I will take your niece back intact. Don't do that to my company, please."

…

I opened my eyes with difficulty and saw Jones hang up the phone and walked over to me.

"Are you awake?" He looked down at me, and his voice was gentle and helpless, "You might need to get up. I have to take you back."

"Where?" I just woke up, and my mind was still a little unclear.

"What do you think?" He asked me and suddenly smiled, "If I don’t take you back immediately, your uncle will bankrupt my company."

I looked at him in a daze for a few seconds. I felt a little sorry. I thought that Bertram was a little annoying, "Ignore him. He is too busy to care about me now."

"You... blocked your uncle’s phone number?" He suddenly asked me with a smile.

"Yes," I answered truthfully.

"Well, you’re really good. You were sent by heaven to deal with him, right?” He straightened up and said, "Get up. I'll take you back. Your uncle said that if he doesn't see you in half an hour, he will kill me. "

"Okay." Seeing him helpless, I felt like I had gotten him into trouble. I was too embarrassed to stay any longer.