Falling for Him Head over Heels(3)

7

After the weekend, I quickly resumed my pace and lived a busy social life.

Cruz was different. He graduated this year and hadn't started his new semester yet, so he had nothing to do.

One night, he went climbing the mountain with his classmates to watch the sunrise. When I was about to go to bed, he suddenly texted me, saying, "Sis, are you asleep yet?"

"I am about to."

"In that case, can you go pick me up?"

He directly sent me a voice message. I clicked on it and heard that the music over there was loud. It seemed that they were at a bar.

I almost failed to hear his voice clearly. He said, "I was drunk and couldn't stand still."

There was a hint of grievance in his voice, as if he were acting like a spoiled child.

After hesitating for a moment, I resigned myself to my fate and took the car keys from the bedside. Then I went out and went downstairs.

Fortunately, my mother and Rory had been asleep. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain to them why I went out so late at night.

I walked into the bar and looked around several times. It took me a lot of effort to find Cruz amid a group of young boys.

Curled up on the sofa in the corner, he was staring at the band on the stage in a daze.

"Cruz Chow!" I walked over, tapped him on the shoulder with the car keys, and said, "Go home with me."

Turning around to look at me, he had an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Then he forced a smile, saying, "Why are you here, sis?"

I subconsciously glanced to the side and saw a woman looking at me sharply.

I looked down and saw a bright and flamboyant woman. The tip of her nose was small and delicate, and her red lips were stained with alcohol. Under the dim light, her lips looked moist.

Feeling stunned for a moment, I smiled and said, "What's wrong? Did I disturb you?"

"Of course, you did not."

It was not Cruz who answered, but a young boy next to him who looked no older than him.

He glanced at me with his seductive eyes. Upon sweeping a glance at Cruz, he looked somewhat resentful, as if he were making a joke.

"Take him away quickly. His staying here will disturb our date."

Cruz sneered and said, "James Bright, you're a man who puts hoes before bros."

The boy named James Bright was not angry. On the contrary, he looked proud.

The beautiful woman holding James' arm beside him looked obedient.

I exchanged a knowing look with the woman and pulled Cruz up from the sofa.

He stumbled, bumping straight into my arms.

"Tsk," James said sarcastically. "Your acting skills are A-class, but it's a pity that I saw you through already."

I helped Cruz into the car and closed the door. The smell of alcohol mixed with the refreshing scent on his body gradually permeated the narrow space.

Putting one hand on the steering wheel, I turned to ask for his opinion, "Going home?"

With his eyes half-closed, he shook his head and said, "No!"

"Then where do you want to go? Go climb the mountain and watch the sunrise?"

I should be saying it sarcastically. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at me with his watery, hazy eyes. He then said, in a gentler tone, "Well, sis, take me home."

8

It was almost 1 a.m. when we arrived home.

I helped Cruz into my room. When we reached the bed, he suddenly hooked his arms around my neck and fell onto the bed with me.

On the bed, he buried his face in my shoulder. His hot breath crawled through the neckline of my long dress, arousing my desire.

"Sis, why did you take me back to your room so late at night?"

"As for what I'm going to do, you should have it at your fingertips."

As we were flirting, there were three knocks on the door.

Then my mother's voice rang out. "Chloe, are you asleep? I just woke up. The lights downstairs are still on, and there seems to be the sound of closing the door."

Feeling anxious, I swallowed nervously and pretended to be calm.

"It's okay, Mom. I was hungry. So I went downstairs to get some takeout."

"Go to bed early. Don't stay up too late."

As the sounds of her footsteps faded away, Cruz suddenly raised his head and whispered in my ear, "Sis, are you afraid?"

After confirming that my mother had left, I calmed down again. I said, "How could this be?"

"Then," he said in a low voice, sounding seductive, "let's continue."

When I woke up the next morning, Cruz had returned to his room at some point.

I finished washing up and went downstairs, only to see him sitting at the dining table and casually biting his sandwich.

Sitting on the side, my mother began to nag.

"It's not good to eat at night. Don't order takeout in the middle of the night."

I nodded obediently.

Seeing Cruz smile next to me, I was very unhappy, so I asked kindly, "Cruz, you went to climb the mountain and watch the sunrise. Why did you come back so early?"

"Yes, a friend drove me home," he looked up at me and said.

"Are you interested in watching the sunrise, sis? I've taken photos. You can come and have a look later."

"The sunrise?"

Thinking of the words I blurted out when I was in love last night, I was flustered.

9

I replied, "No need. I'm going to work."

After picking up a slice of toast casually, I put it in my mouth, waved behind me, and ended the conversation quickly.

Two days later, Cruz and his classmates went to a karaoke bar. I drove him there.

Along the way, he leaned sternly against the window, saying nothing.

I tried to strike up a conversation, saying, "It is said that school will start tomorrow. Have you packed up your things?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need to go through military training? Do you need sunscreen lotion?"

He refused, saying, "No need."

I was going to say something more.

He suddenly sat up straight and turned to look at me.

"If you care so much about me, sis, why don't you send me to school in person tomorrow?"

"It can be."

He looked at me in silence for a few seconds before turning around and humping.

I couldn't tell how he was feeling from his voice, but he was no longer tough.

I parked the car by the side of the road, saying, "Get out. Don't drink too much tonight. Call me and I'll pick you up."

The next morning, Rory went to work early.

My mother looked troubled as she sat at the dining table.

It wasn't until I sent Cruz to school, helped him pack his things, and came back that I found her sitting on the sofa and waiting for me.

I casually picked up a piece of watermelon, ate it, and walked over, asking, "What's wrong?"

She looked up at me and seemed to have finally made up her mind. She then said, "Chloe, I am going to marry Rory."

I felt stunned, and the watermelon in my hand fell to the ground.

I quickly squatted down to clean up. My mother carefully asked, "Chloe, don't you agree?"

"No, of course I agree. I think Rory is good. You and he are a good match."

The fallen watermelon caused a messy scene on the ground.

After cleaning up for a long time, I failed. Instead, I got my hands sticky. I could only stand up and walk to the bathroom.

Against the surging water, I washed my hands and my face. Then I adjusted my expression in front of the mirror before walking out calmly.

My mom was waiting for me at the door.

I asked her when the wedding date would be.

"It should be at the end of the year. Rory said that after Cruz is done with the military training, we should invite our relatives and friends over for a meal and inform everyone before preparing for the wedding."

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled. She was as happy as a little girl.

"No problem, it's up to you."

When I returned to my room, I found that Cruz had sent me a new WhatsApp message an hour earlier.

"Sis, I won't be able to see you for the next two weeks. Will you miss me?"

His voice was as tender as ever, as if he were acting coquettishly.

I couldn't see him in person. It was probably because of this that I would always associate his voice with the young man I had first met that night.

I couldn't think about it anymore.

During the two months of living in the Chow Family's house, Cruz and I had been seeing each other in secret. All of these were because neither of us was willing to admit defeat, and we were betting who would be the one first. To some extent, the excitement and pleasure that ensued drove us there.

I stared at the dialog box for a long time and sighed. Without replying, I put my cell phone away silently.

In the later two weeks, Cruz hardly contacted me. He was probably too busy and tired from the military training.

He only called me once, when the evening training seemed to have ended early.

I was hesitant for a moment before picking it up.

On the other end of the line, his voice drifted into my ear. And he said, "Sis, are you busy?"

That night, my company's management and customers had dinner together. The dishes were almost served, and the next step was to get drunk.

I took a deep breath and pretended to be anxious. All of a sudden, standing up from the chair, I asked, "What? Dad had an accident? He got hit by a car?"