The Day He Matured

I stood in front of Brian’s study door with a plate of noodles and a glass of milk for a long time, breathing deeply many times before daring to enter.

Why should I be afraid of him? He’s hanging out with Hellen, why can’t I go out to eat with Richard? We do not have any legal documents binding each other.

“Here’s your food.” I put the glass of milk and the plate of noodles on the table and said.

Hearing the sound of the window slamming shut due to the wind, I quickly walked over, locking the latch.

Seeing the lighted windows on the far building gradually turn off, I enjoyed watching, feeling like it was a child’s game.

“Bella, the milk is too hot.”

Brian’s call made me jump and rush to the desk. However, in an instant, my face turned stupid, and I opened my eyes wide to look at him.

This guy, if he feels the milk is too hot, he has to blow it to cool it down. Does he want to force me to blow it for him?

The other day I soaked a glass of milk in cold water to make it less hot, but he said the milk was too cold.

“Then you eat noodles, and when you finish eating, the milk will cool.” I said hastily.

“I want to drink the milk first, blow it quickly.”

Whenever Brian used a cold, stern tone to give me orders, I knew that he was in a very bad mood, like a balloon about to explode. If I lightly touch the balloon, it will explode.

It’s not a big deal, blow it away, blow it away.

I picked up the glass of milk and turned my back to him and tried to cool it down.

If I had known in advance that he would torment me like this, by the time he told me that I didn’t need to prepare late-night meals, I would have shut up and I would have had a good night’s sleep.

Because I put the cuffs around my neck by myself, it turned out like this.

A cat is still a cat, a fool is still a fool, I can’t be wiser at all. I’m bored with myself.

“The milk has cooled down.” I put down the glass of milk in front of him and said softly.

“Did you drink it? How do you know it’s cooled down?” Brian narrowed his eyes and looked at me, showing a hint of sarcasm.

“You can feel it by touching the outside of the glass. The milk has cooled down.” I hastily affirmed.

“Take a sip.” He pushed the swivel chair back a little, his hands clasped together, staring at me.

What is this man trying to do? Did he take advantage of the time I was looking out the window and put poison in the glass of milk?

His eyes were so cruel as if he wanted to see through the fabric, the flesh, and then into my bones.

My spine is cold, sweat is running down my forehead, my heart is pounding, my legs are shaking.

“I don’t want to drink. I don’t like milk.” I clasped my hands together and resolutely shook my head.

“Drink.”

“No.”

The corner of Brian’s lips twitched, making me involuntarily step back. The tall figure slowly left the comfortable swivel chair.

His slender hand reaches out, picked up the glass of milk, and moves toward me.

Is he trying to throw a glass of milk in my face? Didn’t he say he loves me? Didn’t he waste hours while the bank was messed up just to run to the hospital with me and take me to a restaurant for lunch?

He held the glass of milk in one hand, his other hand slowly raised to touch my face, tucking a few stray hairs behind my ears.

Oh my god, I feel like Brian is about to drink my blood.

Brian smiled devilishly and slid his hand down my chin, held it, and raised the glass of milk to his lips, taking a sip.

While I was dumbfounded, opening my mouth and judging his strange actions, he quickly captured my lips. The warm milk flow from his mouth immediately overflowed into mine.

I was so taken aback that I was motionless for a moment. When I was sober, I quickly used my strength to move, but unfortunately, he was too strong.

Our lips were still glued together, not moving at all. I had no oxygen, so I was forced to swallow the milk that was flowing freely in my mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes and blurred my vision.

The feeling that I was about to suffocate made my survival instincts stronger, I pushed him away, staggered, and fell to the floor.

The glass in his hand also fell to the floor, the sound of it breaking was like the sound of breaking in my heart.

Why did I get caught up in this contradictory love story?

My hands clutched my pounding heart, and my nose and mouth worked hard to recapture the air that was missing.

Thinking that I had just drank milk from Brian’s mouth, I was extremely nauseous, my throat constricted, I wanted to pull out my intestines, wash them, and then dry them in the sun for a few days.

“What does it taste like? Do you like it?”

I struggled to stand up and shot a resentful gaze at the arrogant man with a half-smile.

His thumb raised and wiped the milky stain on my lips, making me vomit.

Near his feet, shards of glass splattered, large shards of glass and small shards of glass strewn everywhere.

“Disgusting. Nausea.”

“What?” Brian’s voice trembled when he heard me express my feelings.

“Disgusting. Nausea.” I stared at him and repeated my answer.

“Bella Gomez.”

Brian’s hand clenched tightly, his teeth also clenched. My name slipped through his teeth and turned into a scary sound.

Before I knew what he was going to do next, I ran away. Gotta get out of here first, tomorrow I’ll think of another way. He called out my first and last name, which means he’s going crazy.

“Stand back, ah…”

My feet just touched the threshold when I heard him lament. I quickly turned my head to look. Oh my gosh, blood. A lot of blood was gushing from the soles of his feet.

Are his eyes just for decoration? Couldn’t he see the broken pieces of glass? Why did he step on them?

Brian’s eyes were still fixed on me with resentment, mixed with self-pity as if I had carried him to the place of broken glass.

Without any hesitation, I quickly rushed to his side, my tears flowing, my heart aching like a piece of glass pinned on.

“Stand still.”

He ordered me to stop and then move back and sit in the swivel chair.

He grimaced, pursed his lips, and reached out to remove the piece of glass that was pinned to the soles of his feet.

If he had worn slippers when he got off the swivel chair, he wouldn’t have been injured like this.

My cold sweat broke out, but I managed to stay calm and rushed out of the room to get the first aid kit and come back.

My eyes are now just staring at the wound, carefully removing all the tiny debris on the soles of his feet, applying antiseptic, then dressing. Fortunately, although he was bleeding a lot, the cut was not very deep.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” I tried to hold back my sobs and looked up at him.

“You’re worried about me, aren’t you?” Brian reached out to wipe my tears and asked softly.

“Right.” I turned my face to avoid his loving gaze and warm hand.

However, Brian quickly raised my face, faced him, and then slowly leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips. The kiss is sweet, gentle, passionate, and true to the meaning of love.

The man’s soft and warm lips soothed all my frustrations and self-pity. I can feel the sweet aftertaste from it, feel his thoughts and emotions putting all into me.

Sometimes, he let go of my lips and lets me take a few breaths, and then continues to kiss me passionately.

“Bella, please be my girlfriend. Let’s date, get to know each other and you will definitely know that the man in front of you is the one who loves you the most and treats you the best.”

He said as he finished the long kiss that seemed like an eternity.

Our foreheads touched, and the tips of our noses touched. His panting breath carried the masculine scent of mint against my face, giving me a comforting, trusting feeling.

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes, I love you.”

“Only me?”

“Right.”

His unwavering affirmations left me with a huge question mark. So what about Hellen? Today he went to lunch with her.

Things have come to this point, so I have to ask him until the end.

“What about Hellen? What is the relationship between you and her?” I pushed Brian away and asked seriously.

“Just an acquaintance.”

“Lie, she is your ex and now you two are starting over. Do you think I’m stupid enough to know nothing?”

“Who did you hear this false information from?” He crossed his arms and glared at me.

“Don’t ask me back.”

He looked at me for a long time, then nodded and confessed that in the past, he and Hellen had been a couple.

What he said was the same as what his mother used to say. Graduation day is also the day she said goodbye to him.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Two years ago, she actively contacted him but never talked about resuming the old love.

The fact that he and Hellen were on the same flight and assisted her with the legal procedures to establish Black Roses was all because his grandfather wanted him to help him repay the old favor.

At noon today, she asked him to go with her to Li Bai restaurant to book a birthday party, so they had a meal together, not dating.