Falling for Him Head over Heels(5)

12

On the way back, I drove and didn't dare to say anything.

After a long time, my mother finally said, "Regarding you and Cruz, when did it start?"

I tightened my grip on the steering heel, saying, "Before I moved into his house."

With mixed feelings, she sighed in the back seat.

"Chloe, why didn't you tell me about such a big thing? If we had known about your relationship with Cruz, Rory and I wouldn't have..."

She meant that they wouldn't have been together.

"Mom, I'm sorry for what happened."

People's eyes wouldn't lie. She liked Rory from the bottom of her heart.

When she was with him, she was like a little girl in love.

My mother was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she sat up straight from the back, saying, "That's not right."

She frowned, adding, "I was thinking about your relationship at first and forgot about this photo.

"Why did he reveal the photo on such an occasion? What is he up to?"

...

As for what on earth Cruz was up to, well, on the one hand, he was ruining the marriage between his father and my mother. On the other hand, he could cut off my relationship with him.

It had to be said that his method of killing two birds with one stone was perfect.

After returning home, I sorted out my luggage and blacklisted Cruz's account on WhatsApp and his phone number.

Two months' time in the Chow Family was like a wonderland to me after I went down a rabbit's hole.

Now that I had woken up from the dream, I had to return to the right track of life.

It happened that I got a new project off the ground successfully and suddenly became busy.

One night, it was late after I worked overtime. Feeling exhausted, I braced myself for the trip to the convenience store and took out a can of coffee from the shelf.

At this moment, I saw a familiar figure between the two shelves.

The boy was tall and thin, with a petite and lovely girl holding his arm.

I was stunned on the spot, clenching the coffee pot in my hand tightly.

The man turned around soon.

He wasn't Cruz Chow.

I heaved a sigh of relief. Only after getting into the car with the coffee did I realize what I was thinking.

At this moment, I finally admitted that Cruz Chow meant something different to me.

I drank a whole can of coffee in the car. After a moment of silence, I called my best friend, Stella Gavyn, and said, "I am in a bad mood. Come out and have a drink with me."

In the corner of the bar we often visited, I ordered two cups of mojito and listened to Stella, who had always been talkative, talk about how painful it had been for her as she worked for her mentor.

All of a sudden, she changed the subject.

"By the way, do you remember the man cheating on many girls I told you about last time? The one in the private room next door."

"What's wrong?"

Hearing her suddenly mention Cruz, I felt heartbroken.

"I'm so happy! He was dating someone else, which his three girlfriends found out at the same time. They beat him up, took photos of him, and posted them on their social media accounts!"

She tapped on the screen a few times and handed her cell phone to me.

What came into my view was a handsome man. Unfortunately, his cheek and the corner of his mouth were injured, and his left eye was bruised.

There was no doubt that he wasn't Cruz Chow.

I was dumbfounded on the spot.

Memories surged in my mind again.

That night, Stella and I were both dead drunk.

When she came back from the bathroom, she told me that the man, whom she had discovered to be a fence-sitter, was in the next room.

"Wearing a white T-shirt, he looks fresh and decent. Unfortunately, he's not a human being."

Seeing that it was getting late, I got my bag and staggered out.

I bumped into Cruz, who was wearing a white T-shirt, leaning against the wall, and looking at me thoughtfully.

The lights showed every delicate detail of his face. I stood where I was and looked at him for a while. Thinking of Stella's words, I walked over and hooked his shoulder, whispering in his ear, "Do you want to go home with me?"

…

So, it turned out that I had mistaken him for someone else from the very beginning.

I got the wrong person and seduced the wrong man, but Cruz still followed me home and started this game under the influence of alcohol.

The question he had whispered in my ear that night sounded again: "Does eavesdropping on my father and your mother turn you on, sis?"

I was enlightened.

He knew who I was right from the beginning.

Noticing that something was wrong with me, Stella put down her glass and approached me.

"What's wrong, Chloe? You don't seem to be in a good state. Have you been under too much pressure recently?"

I replied with some difficulty, "Sort of."

Yes, in her and everyone else's eyes, I was a carefree girl who would never be in a serious relationship.

Only other trivial things in my life probably could make me troubled.

I would never feel troubled because of a man, let alone a little boy who was four years younger than me.

...

13

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Stella and I were a little drunk, and we could no longer drive.

Leaning against the door of the bar and feeling the wind, I was about to call a designated driver.

Then a familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ear. Someone called out to me, "Chole?"

I looked up and saw that it was a junior I had dated in college. His name was Lebron Floyd.

He, who was three years younger than me, was innocent and pure, both physically and mentally.

In the beginning, we met at the library. Presumably, what he wanted was pure love on campus.

I had been dating him for three months. Rarely, I felt a little guilty, so I broke up with him.

After hearing my reason for breaking up, he told me with red eyes that he didn't agree to it.

I made up my mind to delete all his contact information, but he didn't give in, waiting downstairs in my dormitory for several weeks.

Only after I walked past him, arm in arm with my new boyfriend, did he give up.

When we met again, I just wanted to say hello. Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to come over and ask if I was okay.

"I'm fine. I'm a little drunk." After that, I rubbed my throbbing temples and continued to look for a designated driver, asking, "Why are you here? Are you here to have fun with your friends?"

He turned to look at me and carefully supported me with his hand, saying, "Chloe, let me send you home."

Before I could say anything, Stella, who was standing next to me, interrupted eagerly.

"Okay, okay, Lebron, I believe in your character. Besides, you haven't graduated yet. You won't do anything illegal, will you?"

She was warning him.

Feeling something was wrong, I turned to glance at her.

Stella lowered her voice and said, "Chole, my boyfriend is already in a bad mood for my coming out to drink with you so late at night."

...

She pointed to a car parked across the road, saying, "I have to coax him when I get back. Let Lebron send you back. Call me at any time if you need anything."

I propped myself up against Lebron's arm and forced myself to stand up straight. Then I watched Stella walk cross the road, open the door, and get in.

The man in the car rolled down the window, looking at her indifferently.

He glanced at me coldly, turned around, and drove away.

I smirked. Just as I was about to look away, I suddenly tightened my grip on Lebron's wrist.

On the other side of the road, Cruz was standing there, staring at me under the street lamp next to the flowerbed.

Against the light, his face was angular. Half of his face was hidden in the dark, and I couldn't see his face clearly. There was some grievance in his eyes. He looked like a puppy in the light.

We looked at each other for a few seconds before I quickly looked away and whispered to Lebron, "My car is over there. Let's go."

As soon as we walked to the car, someone suddenly grabbed my other hand by force.

I turned around and saw Cruz pursing his lips tightly.

He said harshly, "You found a younger boy, sis. So you are not willing to talk to me now?"

I wondered what on earth he meant.

Before I could reply, Lebron said softly, "Chloe, let's go."

They held each of my hands. Both young and aggressive, they met each other's eyes and were unwilling to compromise. Then they held my hand more tightly.

Occasionally, people passed by. They would look at us meaningfully, thinking of me as a rich woman hanging out with two younger men or a woman caught cheating on the spot.

During the stalemate, a cold wind blew. I finally sobered up a little. Looking at Cruz, I said, "You."

As soon as I uttered those words, he suddenly opened the car door and forcefully pulled me away from Lebron's hand. After shoving me into the car, he walked to the other side and sat down in the driver's seat.

Through the car window, Lebron seemed to have just realized what was going on. Leaning down anxiously, he patted the window and called out, "Chloe!"

"Lebron, go back first."

Before I could finish my words, Cruz suddenly grabbed my shoulder and leaned to one side to kiss me.

Pressing his lips against mine, he vaguely said, "Didn't you want to tease me? Is this exciting enough for you?"

He seemed to kiss me fiercely at first. After that, he was somewhat cautious.

I was touched for a moment, so I didn't push him away. As a result, I indulged myself in his kissing.

As our breaths intertwined, the smell of alcohol gradually spread.

After a long while, he stopped kissing me. I turned around and saw that Lebron had gone.

I panted slightly and glared at Cruz in front of me.

He smiled slightly, looking childish and proud. Then he said, "The car keys."

I sneered, asking, "Do you have a driver's license?"

The next second, he put a driver's license in front of me.

"Boy, it's illegal to make fake certificates."

"Chloe Keith, if you speak again, I'll kiss you."

I shut up, took out the car keys from my bag, and stuffed them into his hand. Then, I told him the address, closed my eyes, and leaned against the back of the car seat.

He drove fast and steadily. When we arrived at the underground parking lot of my residential quarter, I was almost asleep.

I woke up with a start. Upon seeing his face, which was so close to me, I subconsciously leaned back.

My face was clearly reflected in his eyes, under which there were dark circles. Except for being drunk, I looked exhausted.

"Are you tired recently, sis?"

I turned my head to the side and avoided his focused gaze, saying, "I was busy with work. I worked overtime frequently."

Late at night, the parking lot was quiet, and the cold night wind blew in.

I unbuckled my seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and got out. After taking out 16 dollars from my wallet, I handed it to him.

"Thank you for driving me home today. I have to drive to work next week. Go home by taxi."

He didn't take it. Looking up at me with some aloofness in his eyes, he asked, "Sis, do you want to send me away with money?"

I didn't know what to say.

He got out of the car and approached me step by step, adding, "Sis, can you really pretend that nothing happened that night?"

For a moment, I was at a loss. Hotness took over me, and my cheeks were slightly burning.

Thinking of what had happened in the Chow Family's house that day, I sobered up.

In an instant, I came to my senses.

I took a small step back, looked up at him, and took a deep breath.

"Cruz Chow, you're right. I regret it. I regret provoking you. But since you've gone so far, what do you mean by hitting on me now?"

He was stunned for a moment. Then he no longer smiled.

He asked, "Do you think I released the photo?"