Location: Warrington Hills"Young Master, that man has paid back the money, a million wired from an anonymous account.""So quickly, was it the full amount?""It's a cheque for the full amount.""Weren't you the one who told me before that he didn't have any money? I signed that contract because he didn't have any money.""Young master, I think... That man might have borrowed from a loan shark.""Go and find out for me where the girl on that contract is working now.I heard you say that old man's daughter works at the Gentleman's Bar?It's a shame that a girl like that is working in that shithole, go and write a cheque to the owner sometime and redeem her.""Then the million..."In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a tall man with raised eyebrows shook the champagne he was holding.Obviously mature looking, the way he sipped his wine in his bathrobe and crossed his legs to look out the window had a touch of teenage frivolity to it.He sat on the sofa, his head tilted back and sai
"What?"Ray didn't expect Hermosa to ask himself such a question and froze slightly, "Should I say not really...""Rather than crying a lot, he's particularly sensitive to certain things, probably more empathetic.""When I was still in school, I heard that Brent once killed a litter of mice as a freshman for an experiment and felt awful for a very long time.His roommate peeked at him when he wasn't noticing and found him crying.""Everyone didn't know what was wrong with him, but when he was asked later, he said that he was thinking that the litter of mice, originally, shouldn't have died."Ray said, glancing back warily at the sick bay door.Luckily, Brent was still in rehabilitation and couldn't hear her."Hermosa, don't say I told you about this.""You're afraid he'll be angry with you?" Hermosa laughed, "Don't worry, he's not that petty." Hermosa couldn't help but say. She couldn't remember much about her first encounter with him four years ago.All she remembers is the rainy
Brent texted Hermosa three times in a row, each one more frantic than the last.He'd never done anything like this before, and Hermosa was perplexed for a while, so she responded with a tiny lie.Hermosa: I'm just downstairs at the hospital for a walk, I'll be right back.It was now 6.15, so she would have to spend another fifteen minutes on a quick shopping trip and then walk back in five minutes, which would be "quick", right?Hermosa thought with a slight sense of guilty conscience as she picked out a few more temptingly colored oranges, bought a can of coconut milk and some sugar and glutinous rice flour.She was about to go to the cashier when she turned around and was wrapped in a pair of strong arms."...... Brent?"Hermosa was startled and almost dropped the shopping basket in her hand.It wasn't until she smelled the familiar scent of the man and heard his familiar breathing that she responded, "What's wrong with you?"Brent's face was pale and he looked to have come in a hur
Brent looked up at the dim and bright streetlights outside the hospital.For the first time in a while Hermosa saw a look of unease in the man.Brent looked more thoughtful than he had when they had faced danger once.He sighed, the breeze blowing the ends of his hair to reveal his forehead.He quickly adjusted his thoughts and gave Hermosa a bright smile."Come here I want to hug you." Brent suddenly opened his arms to Hermosa like a schoolboy seeking a hug of love.Hermosa meekly walked over and buried her head in the crook of his arm."There is nothing more important than you right now Hermosa.I will communicate with them about our relationship.We need to give them time too.Don't worry I'll take care of all these trivial things for you.""I really won't affect the relationship between you and your family?..."Hermosa looked up at him worriedly.Brent, however, smiled brightly and rubbed her head as if he were soothing a puppy."What are you worrying about? They won't be too conc
She was still haunted by haunting memories most nights at the hospital. Only tonight, the dream was as real as if it had already happened.In the dream, the faces of the killed Fido and the unborn child in her womb became increasingly distinct, only to be squashed into a two-dimensional condition as the blood wrapped around Hermosa's body and tried to strangle her.She struggled to open her eyes, crying in terror, and was greeted by the slightly tired but worried face of Brent."Hermosa , darling, you're having nightmares again.Tell me what happened this time."Although he put on a calm and mature face to try and calm her down.Hermosa could see that he was nervous about her too, his eyes saying "I'm really worried about the state you're in."Brent took Hermosa's hand, as he always did, and brushed the tip of his nose against her fingertips."Sir, is it okay if I want to discuss something with you?""Hmm? Say it baby.""Sir... I... I... Can I go back to work at the Gentleman's Bar w
"All of the patient's tests show that her health indicators are normal and she can be discharged as of today.Brent you should come out with me for a minute and help her get the discharge report.""Ray, I can do it myself." Hermosa sat up from her bed excitedly ready to follow Ray to the discharge report."It's okay Hermosa you just rest for a bit I'll go.""Hey ~ you guys are finally out of hospital, every time I go to work I see you two showing off your love, now you can finally go home and fall in love.""Alright, Alright, Ray you hurry up and bring us the report." Said Brent, pushing Ray out the door on his crutches. She had hoped to approach Ray in order to obtain a photograph of Brent at her office with a bunch of college pals.She was now left to gather her belongings and dress Elisa in her kindergarten uniform in preparation for taking daughter to school."Mummy, do we really have to go home today?" Elisa asked Hermosa with her two little hands cupped into fleshy little fist
As soon as Hermosa enters, she finds the entire living room and bedroom empty, and many of the important documents in Brent's study are no longer there.The entire room was empty, with only a few important items and some clothes left behind.It seemed that Mr. Brent was really ready to move home quickly.She went back to her and Elisa's bedroom.Even the painting of pomegranate flowers on the wall had been taken away.She was a little sad, not sure whether she was missing the first warmth of the place or the stories she had with Brent in here.She had been lying on the soft sheets for a short while when she heard the sound of Brent calling her downstairs for dinner.In fact, she had recovered and the way she had behaved when she kissed him was just because she was so nervous.She didn't know how to talk to him about that incident.Brent insisted that she would not be allowed to cook, and although she wanted to help in the kitchen, Brent refused in a firm manner. She walked to the lif
Brent leaned in and kissed her despite her slightly surprised expression, seeing her thin lips slightly open.Her lips were soft with the intoxicating sweetness of wine.His hands were still rubbing between her legs. His eyes were not the same as they had been when he had been in the early days of the ambiguous period, when he had wanted to know about each other's feelings and desires.He was more like a jackal who had been hungry for a long time, more like an instinctive act of respect for his own physical needs.Hermosa arched her back slightly, her legs trembling uncontrollably, yet wanting him to poke his fingers deeper. The sunset outside the window cast a warm, flushed glow on their warm, flushed bodies, adding to the rhythm of a European painting.They were holding each other in what was obviously such an erotic image, but at the moment it seemed particularly romantic."Help me unzip my trousers."Hermosa reached for his crotch, not even the material of the stiff suit trouse