Chapter 6: Hard-to-Change Nature

As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw Brian sitting neatly on the bed.

If I knew he didn't continue to work and went to bed, I wouldn't prepare late-night food for him.

“Here, you apply this wine on your wrist and massage it.” I gave him the bottle of medicinal wine and said.

“Help me, please. Actually, my left arm hurts, too.”

I opened my eyes wide and looked at the man who was flirting with me.

I guess when Brian was a kid, he must have been really cute.

But now that he's an adult, he makes a puppy face like that just gives me goosebumps and nausea.

“Okay.”

After sighing, I reluctantly walked over to Brian and sat down.

I have to admit that he is very fragrant, and the scent is very pleasant, but his personality really makes others uncomfortable.

Brian's hands are very beautiful, soft, and smooth like cloth. His hand is the hand of the rich. If we talk about anthropometry, his life is destined to be buried in velvet.

I carefully applied the alcohol and squeezed his wrist.

I'm like his mother, want to know what is the reason he and Martin fight, but I understand that I should not interfere too deeply in this man's private life.

If he asked me if I was in a position to question him, I would be speechless.

I was floating on a chaotic stream of thoughts when a gentle mint-scented warmth hit my face, waking me up.

When I turned to the side, I saw his handsome face leaning close to mine.

Oh my god, is Brian going to kiss me?

He just broke up with his girlfriend for more than a week and he lacks the breath of women to the point that he intends to be omnivorous?

“What are you doing?” I threw his hand aside and stepped back and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Honey, let's try again. We were both drunk that day, so you don't remember the feeling. I will definitely bring you the best feeling.”

“Oh my god, I told you not to mention that again.” I gritted my teeth and gnashed my gums.

Immediately, I stood up and was about to leave. However, Brian was faster, he grabbed my lap and pulled me back.

Fortunately, I'm wearing a T-shirt today. If I'm wearing a chiffon shirt, when he grabs and pulls it, the buttons will pop open.

“Then I won't mention it again. Please continue to massage me.”

“Do it yourself.”

“You have more technique.”

Technique?

Does massage also require technique?

After that night, I was extremely sensitive. Every sentence, every word of Brian, whether unintentionally or intentionally, reminds me of that.

The more Brian makes a cute face, the more I want to smack him in the face.

Isn't he daydreaming about supermodel Hellen?

Instead of him flirting with me, he should be using his time texting to flirt with her, right?

Is it because I look a bit like her that he wants to use me temporarily?

“Give your hand to me.”

I reluctantly sat down again, took his hand, and massaged it.

It will take seven more years for me to get out of this life's debt.

However, he said that we were both drunk that day, right? He drinks with his friends, but I don't drink.

After clearing that battlefield, I just ate some food and drank the remaining half of the soft drink bottle.

It was as if the soft drink and the food had erased my memory. I don't know if I went up to his room with my feet or with my hands.

“I love you, Bella.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“You've been saying this for two years now. How can I not know?”

“Do you love me?”

“No.”

I threw his right hand back to him and then grabbed his left hand and continued to massage it.

The space in the room fell into silence. I can hear the sound of rubbing between my hands and his.

My answer is still gentle with him. I really want to scream at him that I hate him so much. I hate the way he teases me like he's teasing a madman.

“Brian.”

“I'm here.”

“If you don't make fun of me, you won't eat well, right? Does teasing me make you happy?”

“Right.”

“Right?”

“Right.”

I nodded, put his hand down, and stood up.

After walking two steps, I remembered what he said just now, so I turned my head to look at him.

He was still sitting like a statue, not moving at all. Those amorous eyes were staring at me.

Maybe it's because my soul is romantic, soaring in the clouds, so I can see in his eyes a hidden sadness that is difficult to describe.

“I didn't drink that day.”

“You drink. Bottle of fruit wine that I keep in the fridge.”

“Isn't it a soft drink?”

“Is not. It is a fruit wine. Although you don't have a strange feeling when you drink it, it will make you very drunk afterward. It's labeled. Because you are gluttonous, so you don't read.”

My lips tightened. I felt like the blood in my body was rushing to my face.

How can he say that I am a glutton? I cook, clean, and wash dishes, so I'm so tired, I don't have time to read words.

The label had a picture of oranges and tangerines on it, so I thought it was a soft drink.

But it's delicious and sweet, without the taste of alcohol, how can it make me so drunk?

“What do you like, Bella? This weekend, I'm going to the US to buy it for you.”

He suddenly spoke, causing the blood on my face to flow back down my body. I almost forgot that he had to go to America to visit his grandfather.

It is also possible that he will use this occasion to flirt with supermodel Hellen.

I remember a few months ago, his mother also urged him to go there, but he kept procrastinating, using the excuse that he was busy with work and his health was not good to refuse.

“Don't like anything.”

“Why are you so? Just say whatever you like. I can give you this handsome body, I can give you everything.”

This guy talked for a while and then talked about the old story.

I think Mrs. Alina should soon find a wife for Brian to cure this disease for him.

I don't know if he was influenced by those indecent thoughts while he focused on running Sunshine Bank, but I found that every time he opened his mouth to talk to me, he said indecent things.

I'll probably turn into a madman in seven years if he doesn't get married.

“I want a diamond ring. A huge diamond.” I crossed my arms, leisurely giving an answer.

“No problem.” He shrugged and nodded.

Did any master give a diamond ring to a maid? I bet Brian got hit in the head by Martin.

Well, let's see how big of a diamond he'll buy me. I also want to bet on myself for once.

No matter how rich and generous Brian is, he will not arbitrarily give me an expensive diamond ring, right?

Unless I really hold a special place in his heart.

If I remember correctly, the girls who used to date Brian only received gifts such as watches, bracelets, anklets, necklaces, and earrings from him.

I've never seen anyone show off the diamond ring he gave them before.

“I'm really looking forward to it. Sleep well, boss.”

I wink, give him an air kiss, and quickly run out of the room.

This is the first time I dare to tease him. Who told him to make fun of me?

From the moment he took my virginity, I felt that the future was completely bleak. Sometimes, I want to rebel to relieve some of the stress.

The psychological ghost still haunts me every night. It may take a while for me to forget everything.

After returning to my room, I pulled out the desk drawer, took out a photo of my parents, and looked at it for a long time, then climbed into bed, covered the blanket, and closed my eyes.

Even if something worse happens, I still have to live happily. I don't want to hurt my parents. I am very strong. I'm only afraid of lizards, cockroaches, mice, and worms.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, there was a very soft knocking sound.

I threw off the blanket, put on my coat, and crept closer to the door, listening.

“Bella, have you slept yet? I bother you a bit.” Brian's voice passed through the gap, into my ears, turning into a shady sound.

I angrily opened the door and poked my head out.

He was standing right there, holding a bottle of wind oil and a silver coin. Through the dim light coming from the table lamp, I saw that his face was not good. Perhaps he was hit by the wind.

“What's wrong with you?”

“I don't know, after drinking a glass of milk, I suddenly got tired. I thought I would be fine, so I didn't tell you earlier, but now I'm so tired.”