3Jacob drove me to the south gate of the school and then returned to his company.Before he left, he told me, "Call me after class. If I don't answer, take a taxi home."I responded obediently and watched his car turn around and leave. I did not turn to the college until he disappeared from my sight.Since it was the first year of college, few students would dare skip class, so the classroom was full of people. Fortunately, my roommate had taken a seat for me.I sat down next to her and took out my textbook and phone from my bag. I saw a new message at the glance of the phone as usual.That was my dad."Lindsay, go home tonight when you are free. I have something to discuss with you."Ever since my mom passed away, he had never spoken to me in such a gentle and intimate tone that I had a momentary trance when I saw this message.When I came to my senses, I suddenly remembered what Zoila had said to Jacob last night.I gradually understood. Staring at my phone, I could not he
5In the next few days, I did not return to school until the wound on my face disappeared.And Jacob also began to work at home.When my roommate handed me the note for sick leave, he could not help asking curiously by the message, "I did not know you had an uncle before."Being questioned, I subconsciously glanced at Jacob.Jacob was staring intently at the computer screen at a table not far away.He should be a little shortsighted so he would wear a pair of wire-rimmed glasses when working. The lenses of the glasses were very slight, but they hide the cold and indifference in his eyes behind, only leaving gentleness and peace alone.But I had witnessed how he treated the employees yesterday. I knew very clearly that Jacob was not as gentle as he looked.I hugged the pillow and lost attention for a moment.In fact, from all aspects, he did not look like Zoila at all.If I had not heard their conversation with my own ears, I would never have thought that she and Jacob were ac
9As I was in a bad mood, I ordered a bottle of lychee wine during dinner.The bright pink liquid tasted sweet as well as it looked like in the glass bottle.I couldn't help but drink a lot and didn't expect it to be so strong. On the way back, a tipsy feeling gradually surrounded me. So I leaned against the back of the passenger seat, with my cheeks and ears burning.Jacob parked the car and came over to open the door for me.I moved my hand and looked up at him pitifully. "I am too weak to walk on my own."He smiled indulgently and reached out naturally to carry me out of the car.I put my face on his chest and heard his heartbeat gradually accelerate.He walked so steadily that I did not feel any jolt. I could only see the light change and then a warm scent came around me."Lily, we're home."I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. As soon as Jacob put me down, I threw myself into his arms and cried."I haven't had a home for a long time..." I clutched the fabric of his shir
11I did not ask Jacob about Zoila any more, but what I saw in his car was deeply inserted into my mind.Who was the man with Zoila Cotton? Wendy was so arrogant that nobody except him could help her tidy up her hair. There must be an extraordinary relationship between them.Furthermore, I thought of Donald and could not help but laugh.Since he cared so much about Zoila and Wendy, it was very likely that he did not know about that man's existence.Or, he would experience the same mood as my mum when she was alive.I looked out of the window at the dense rain and wondered when I could tell Donald this.At this moment, the voice of the door opening came from behind.I quickly hid my expression and ran to the entrance. "Jacob, here you are."I was busy reviewing for the final exam these days. Jacob was not spare either. I had heard from Edward that Jacob was now putting all his attention to an important company item. He could not allow any mistakes.When I looked for him in the
13Donald Abbott roared angrily, "Jacob Cotton! What do you mean?""I mean, you have been a cuckold for so many years. You are really a genius and contributed a lot to my sister." Jacob sneered, and swept his eyes over Donald. "If I were you, I would do a DNA test to with that dead embryo and Wendy, who you had raised for five years.""Donald Abbott, you don't know you have asthenospermia, do you?"Donald's entire body froze there as if his vitality had been drained away in an instant, and even his lips were trembling. A moment later, he suddenly pushed Jacob away and rushed out of the ward.Zoila was lying on the hospital bed and looked at Jacob with her face ashen. "It is you. You designed everything to cheat me."Jacob came in slowly and walked to her bed step by step. The ward was quiet, and the only clear voice was made by his steps on the ground.One step after another, as if he was stepping on my heart.He stopped by Zoila's bed, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked dow
15The next morning, when I went downstairs, Jacob's Bentley was already parked there.I opened the rear door of the car, got in, and then looked at him without saying a word.We didn't meet each other for two weeks. He seemed to be a little thinner. When he faced me, his usual indifference completely disappeared, only tenderness was left.It seemed like nothing happened and we were not changed.I felt a lump in my throat. So I turned my head and tried my best to say calmly, "Go."We did not speak to each other after.After reaching Jacob's home, I walked alone to the secondary bedroom and started packing my luggage. The familiar scent of pomelo surrounded me, mixed with the faint smell of tobacco. The atmosphere was a little bit charming.For a moment, I almost couldn't help telling Jacob that I still loved him.Although I just lived here for a few months, this house gave me so many memories that I could not help but recall many things as soon as I walked in.The night Jacob
The night before my ideal lover came back, I told my young boyfriend that I wanted to break up with him.He was about to cry. "I don't want compensation. I just want to stay with you for a while longer."The bank card I handed over was rejected by him. After a moment of silence, I agreed.However, he went further. "You should wear the nightdress which I like best."At midnight, I lit a cigarette. Leaning against the headboard, I looked at him lazily. "What are you looking for?""The piece of clothing you have bought for me. I want to take it away as a souvenir."When he said this, his voice seemed to be shaking a little.I sighed and beckoned him. "Good boy, come here and let me kiss you."In fact, Ryan Harris was very obedient as well as very pure. He was almost the perfect lover that I had taught myself.If Henric Luther hadn't come back, I might be in a relationship with Ryan for a few more years.But there was no other way. Since my true boyfriend had returned, the substi
4The moment Ryan sat down beside me, Jason stretched out a hand to him and greeted him with a faint smile. "Nice to meet you! I'm Jason Reed."His name was well-known in the city. Naturally, Ryan had heard of him before.Ryan pursed his lips more tightly, but in the end, he still shook hands with Jason. "I'm Ryan Harris.""You seem to be very young. Are you still a college student?""I'm a sophomore. After all, Rita doesn't like men who are not young."Jason smiled and drank up the wine in his glass. "It's something natural. Young people are obedient and easy to deal with. If I just want to have some fun, I also want to make friends with young girls."Ryan gritted his teeth. He had almost crushed the wine glass in his hand. "Really? It seems that you are quite experienced, so you are not at all innocent."…I rested my chin on my hand. With great interest, I listened to their bickering until Jason's phone rang.He answered the phone. The smile on his lips did not change, but