The Day He Matured

By the time I finished folding and ironing the clothes, it was almost five o’clock in the afternoon.

I took the clothes into Mrs. Alina’s room and then went to Brian’s room.

While I was reaching out to hang some pants and shirts in the closet, a chill ran down my spine.

The man’s hand reached out, lifted the clothes hangers in my hand, and hung them neatly on the aluminum rod inside.

I’m really envious of Brian’s height of one meter and eighty centimeters. I want to take his legs and attach them to me.

God is very fair when giving Brian everything such as appearance, money, and power, but his character is full of defects, nothing can fill it.

However, I don’t understand why at this moment, when his shadow covers me, I feel very safe and warm, thinking that he is a solid shoulder for me to trust and rest my head on.

“Next time you just put them on the bed. I will hang them in.”

Brian slightly lowered his head. His mint-scented breath blew into my ears, numbing my whole body.

I reflexively quickly shoved him away to run.

“Oh my…”

I had only taken a few steps when his groan stopped me. Maybe, just as I guessed, his arm was really injured.

Brian’s face was contorted like a monkey, his healthy hand grasped the injured hand, and groaned in pain.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I saw his eyes looking at me with a reproachful look.

I felt a little guilty because he originally wanted to help me, but because he blew air into my ear.

I guess when he got into the coffin, he would come out to tease me a few times before he could close his eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, still not daring to approach that pervert.

“My hand hurts.”

“Why don’t you go to the hospital?”

“It’s just sprained. Massage for a few days and the pain will go away.”

Brian said while showing a pitiful face, but the image that pierced the air and caught my eyes was like a person trying to act.

I guess he was in a little pain but tried to show he was in a lot of pain.

His eyes sparkled as I approached him. He looked like children waiting to be hugged and comforted by their mother when they fell.

However, I did not have the courage to continue. I was afraid that once I showed interest, he would use that excuse to make fun of me.

I don’t want to be his pet. I don’t want to be his toy.

In the end, I decided to turn around and run out of the room, leaving him standing there alone.

If he’s a man, it’s okay for him to get hurt a little. After a few days, the pain will go away.

I have to sweep the house, clean the house. I don’t have time to cuddle with him.

At exactly six o’clock in the afternoon, I set dinner on the table.

I noticed that Brian’s right hand was a bit difficult to move. The luxury watch was no longer on his wrist.

Could it be that he was in a lot of pain?

“You should apologize to your grandfather when you come to America.” Mrs. Alina stopped her chopsticks and spoke softly.

“It’s not my fault.”

I almost choked.

This man is so stubborn. He fought jubilantly and was videoed by passersby and posted on social networking sites, so noisy, but he still refused to admit fault.

His grandfather has a precious grandson.

If I agreed to marry Brian, I would probably be angry and die because he always makes mistakes but never admits his mistakes.

Maybe he will bring a bunch of illegitimate children back to me to take care of and then say it’s not his fault, but the fault of the mistresses.

“Harold has already apologized to your grandfather. Why can’t you?”

“It was his fault, so he had to apologize. I told him not to invest in Milan stocks, but he used his role as CEO and made decisions. I just follow. Fifty million shares of Milan corporation…”

After saying that, Brian let go of his chopsticks and asked permission to leave the table first.

Mrs. Alina also stood up, shook her head slightly, and went back to her room.

The dining table is now only me.

It turned out that it was because of something related to Hana Corporation, but I thought it was because of his fight with Martin.

Hana Group is headquartered in the US, doing business in many fields, but the strongest is real estate and finance and banking.

Brian holds the position of chairman and general director of Sunshine Bank while his cousin, Harold, holds the position of general director of the group, managing all operations.

Harold lives in America, of course, he is closer to his grandfather than Brian.

Moreover, according to what I know through the press, Harold is very good and has a sharp mind in business and has achieved certain achievements, his lifestyle is extremely standard and has not caused any scandals.

So I’m not surprised that the president of Hana gave him a bigger responsibility, not Brian.

However, if everything is as Brian said, then he is really at a disadvantage.

His superiors gave orders, forced him to do it, and when there was an incident, he had to apologize even though he didn’t do anything wrong.

Shares of the Milan group dropped continuously in recent trading sessions. If Hana Corporation bought it, the property would evaporate at least tens of millions of dollars, no joke. A number that can crush me.

I tried to eat all the food on the table and quickly cleaned up.

Today, Brian stayed up late to process documents, and as usual, at exactly nine o’clock in the evening, I prepared some cakes and a glass of warm milk for him.

When I reached the front door of the room, I peered through the gap and watched for a moment, rather than hurry in.

Several times, Brian seemed to know my arrival time, so he hid right next to the door, waited for me to enter, then jumped out to scare me, causing the milk and cake to spill all over the floor.

And then while I cleaned up in anger, he folded his arms, leaning against the wall, smiling like he was having a good harvest.

After I was scared by him three times, I became wiser. I am afraid that if there is a fourth time, I will definitely not be able to control my anger and strangle him to death.

Surely then I would be in the newspapers, on television, famous, then go to jail, and if I was unlucky again, I would be executed.

“Is he working? I should only look at him from afar to admire him. Why do you turn into a brat when you’re near me?” I mumbled.

Now and then, I see Brian stop working, and massage his right wrist, his face slightly contorted.

Could it be that he was really in pain? Even without me, he still grimaced, then he was definitely not acting.

“Do you know the story of the shepherd boy? Because a few times before, you always pretended to be sick and fooled me to make fun of me, so I didn’t believe you.”

After the whisper, I opened the door and entered, placing the tray of milk and cake on the desk.

Originally, I intended to ignore Brian, but my conscience did not allow it.

Shares of the Milan corporation plummeted must have confused his mind because anyway, that property belonged to him and Harold because the chairman of the Hana group only had these two grandsons.

“Your arm must be dislocated. Let me fix it.” I stretched out my hand and spoke up.

“Do you know how to do it?”

“Of course.”

I quickly took his hand and caressed it for a while.

In the past, I used to follow my neighbor who was a physical therapist to the neighboring villages to do charity work, so I learned a bit of experience.

As I suspected, Brian’s wrist joint was dislocated. I guess there’s a bruise somewhere on Martin’s body. He must have used a great deal of force.

Martin has a very good friend. Brian treated him to food and drink the day before and beat him the next day.

“Try to bear the pain a little.”

After that sentence, I grabbed Brian’s wrist and twisted it. He let out a small groan but still didn’t pull his hand back.

The joint quickly returns to its original position. Next, I intertwine my hand with his and push his hand to fall back.

I was pure and did what I saw my neighbor do, but I forgot that the man opposite me was a pervert.

When I looked up, I saw him looking at me passionately, smiling very lovingly.

“Done.” I quickly retracted my hand, my heart involuntarily beating like a battle drum.

“Your hands are really warm.” Brian again flirted with me.

“I’ll give you some medicated wine. Remember to massage your wrist regularly for it to heal quickly.”

I ignored what he said, gave him advice, and left the room.

I’m just afraid that if I stay a little longer, I don’t know what this guy is going to do to tease me.

As soon as I reached the hallway, I pressed my hands to my cheeks.

Apparently, my hand was cold, but he said it was warm. He deceives himself and deceives people.

I was originally a girl with cold hands but a very warm heart, otherwise, I would have ignored him.

As soon as I got to my room, I quickly poured the medicated wine from a large bottle into a small one and then carried it up to his room.

This medicinal wine is very precious, a tiny pot of medicine costs nearly two hundred dollars and can soak about half a liter of alcohol.

Honestly, even though I look healthy, my body is extremely weak. I’m only twenty-four years old and my bones are aching. That’s why I have to use it often.

I remember one day I got up late and didn’t have time to shower in the morning; I rushed to the kitchen to cook in time for Brian and Mrs. Alina to go to work.

As a result, he kept smelling me and insisting that I had drunk as soon as I opened my eyes.

After the night I was robbed of my virginity by him, my back was almost broken in half and my limbs were tired.

If I didn’t have this bottle of medicated wine, I would probably crawl on all fours and wouldn’t be able to walk like this.