His Little Wild Cat(3)

6

After I got up, I found that he had brought me back to his villa.

Unlike Bertram's simple black style, his villa was dazzling.

He took the key and led me to walk outside. As soon as he opened the door, I saw a black car stop at the door.

When we came out, the black car windows slowly rolled down. I saw Bertram's deep eyes. He looked straight at me.

"Well, he came to the door. I guess I don't need to take you back anymore." Jones joked.

Bertram looked calm, but I was uneasy.

He always looked calm, whether he was angry or happy, making others rattled.

He liked to control me. I had been willing to listen to him in the past. But now why would I still listen to him?

So, in the face of the door opened by the driver, I turned around and said to Jones sweetly, "Can I befriend you on WhatsApp?"

Jones froze in place. He didn't look at me but looked at Bertram. Finally, he helplessly took out his phone, “Okay, but I’m afraid I won’t have much time to text you back on WhatsApp."

I wondered if he said it to me, or Bertram.

I deliberately looked reluctant to say goodbye to him.

I somehow felt someone staring behind me.

After doing this, I got in the car slowly.

Bertram looked at me, hesitated, and finally couldn't hold back, "Don't go to a man’s home in the future. It’s not safe."

"Why can't I?" I sneered, "Is he your friend?"

He fell silent and said after a few seconds, "As long as it’s a man, you must be cautious. No man invites a girl to his house... without a purpose."

"It’s funny. I can't stay away from a boy's house forever. As you said, I will have a boyfriend."

I refuted him with what he had said.

"You two only met for the first time."

"So what? I like him. Maybe he’ll be my boyfriend in the future." I tried to piss him off, "Or, you don't want me to have a boyfriend?"

Seeing that he pursed his lips tightly in silence, I knew that my purpose was achieved.

"I’m not against you having a boyfriend." He sighed, "A girl needs to know to protect herself. A girl shouldn’t go to a man’s house when she’s drunk."

"What will happen if I go?" I asked.

Hearing my question, he looked a little awkward and ignored it.

Later, both of us were silent all the way.

I was too lazy to chat with him and dozed off in the car.

When we got home, I quickly entered my room, even if I knew he was following me behind. It seemed he wanted to talk to me, but I still kept him outside the door.

The next morning, as soon as I got up, I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Sandra." It was Bertram, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"What's the matter?" I was particularly unfriendly.

"Are you awake?"

"No."

There was silence outside the door.

"I want to talk to you." He said again.

I was silent for a while. My depression last night was almost gone. But when I thought of something that could not be changed, I still felt upset.

"What?" I asked.

"Calm down..." He sighed outside the door, "It's not that I’m against you having a boyfriend, but Jones is not suitable for you."

"Why?" I was a little annoyed because he talked to me about an irrelevant person early in the morning.

He didn't know why I was angry, or he knew it but pretended not to know.

"He is much older than you. The people he sees and what he experiences are not what you can imagine... Besides, he is a playboy."

I laughed when I heard this.

Look, he was always worried about me. He always gave me illusions but denied me.

"Well, don’t you know that? Girls like bad boys. I like his type."

He didn't speak anymore outside the door.

I couldn't see his expression, but I knew he might be angry. I just wanted to see him angry.

Later, he probably left angrily.

I gritted my teeth, went back to bed, and fell asleep.

7

I slept until noon. I was hungry and I got up to find something to eat.

When I went out, I saw Bertram lazily leaning on the sofa with crossed legs and a laptop in front of him. It seemed he was working.

Seeing me, he followed me with his eyes. Finally, he frowned and looked away

He turned off the computer directly, walked to the door, bent down, and put a pair of slippers at my feet

"Don't bare your feet. How many times have I told you?" He was a little bit angry.

"It’s none of your business." I knew I was being ungrateful, but I just couldn't control my emotions.

He could calm down after he fought with me as if nothing had happened, but I couldn't.

I felt like a clown. I made trouble all day long, but he didn't care.

"Sandra, don't be willful." He sighed, "If you like Jones, it is not impossible."

He paused and stared at me, "But you can't stay out at night."

Oh... I was so angry that my chest felt tight.

He agreed to me having a boyfriend. He didn't like me.

I didn’t know how to vent my dissatisfaction. I said sarcastically, "You are really funny. You brought so many girls back home, but you don’t allow me to stay out at night. Don’t you think it’s unfair?"

"Sandra!" He was angry again.

"What?" I repeatedly challenged his bottom line.

"We are different." He said helplessly.

"Why?"

"I... I’m going to get married. But you young people are just fooling around."

"That's even funnier. Are you going to marry every girl you brought back? Then wouldn’t you have too many wives?"

As soon as I said that, Bertram's face darkened.

Before he was furious, I took breakfast and returned to my room.

Although I had won the fight, I didn't feel happy. I felt even more upset instead.

I thought I was being unreasonable.

Sitting on the bed, I felt irritable and upset. I started to repeatedly hesitate between giving up and not giving up.

In the end, I was determined to force myself to give up.

I took out my phone and sent a message to Jones, "Hello."

8

After sending the message, I was very confused.

I didn't know whether it was right to start an ambiguous relationship because I was angry.

But I needed someone to pull me up from this quagmire.

After a while, I got a reply, "?"

.

That was right. He sent me a question mark.

"Hello, Jones." I sent another message because I didn't know what to say.

In the past 20 years, the man I had contacted the most was Bertram, and I had never talked to other men.

So now, when I wanted to hit on a man, I didn't know what to do.

"Bertram scolded you?"

I was stunned for a moment. It was not scolding.

But I still replied, "Yes."

"Ignore him. He’s always like that. How about coming out and having some fun? I will take you for a ride."

I looked at my phone and hesitated whether I should agree.

In the end, I bit the bullet and asked, "Are you not afraid of Bertram?"

Last night, he was so scared that he planned to take me back overnight.

"I’m afraid... but you are not unhappy. I try not to think about it."

I was amused by him.

Since he was also afraid of Bertram, and he fought against Bertram with me, we were on the same side.

"OK."

"See you in half an hour. Bertram is not at home, right?"

"He’s." I laughed and wanted to see what he would do.

"Why is he so perverted? Is he protecting you from boys at home? It's okay. I will park the car at your back door. Then you can sneak out."

"Okay." I couldn’t help smiling.

9

Maybe suddenly a person broke into my life and finally made me temporarily forget something unpleasant, so my mood slowly got better.

I opened my wardrobe and started choosing clothes for my first date.

As soon as I opened the closet, I saw many knee-high dresses in pink, blue, light green…

I had never cared about buying clothes. I didn't like to dress up. Bertram had bought all those clothes and then asked Kara to hang them in my wardrobe.

I froze for a moment before realizing that Bertram had been a competent uncle these years. He had taken care of everything for me, including clothing, food, housing, and education. I had never been worried about these things. I enjoyed everything he did for me instead.

Even the first time I had my period, my first reaction was to send him a message.

At that time, I was in the third grade of junior high school. Sitting in the classroom, I didn’t dare to move because I had blood on my pants. I shivered in fear.

Finally, Bertram came to the classroom. He helped me ask the teacher for leave, wrapped me in his suit, took me to the bathroom, and handed me a packet of sanitary pads.

But after this incident, he began to avoid me every day.

This made me very upset.

I didn't understand. We had been so close, but now he seemed to dislike me and always avoided me.

Just when I was distressed by this, he began to bring women back one after another.

I didn't understand it at first. Later, I learned that he was too busy dating girls to talk to me.

Thinking of this, I closed the wardrobe angrily. I took a super mini skirt from a paper bag and put it on.

I didn't want to be a good girl anymore.