
I looked up and didn't expect it, looking at Chris's black ink-black eyes.
Was it before he helped me, everything he did to prepare for this?
In other words, actually he had from the beginning already considered myself to be his shield?
My initial shock turned to frustration. I can't speak anymore.
It seemed Chris was worried about my feelings, without saying much he said: "Consider well. Until you can think clearly, we'll discuss it again."
I diverted a little and replied: "Well. Good night, uncle Chris."
Coming out of the reading room, I still felt shocked and confused.
Assuming that if she was from the start really planning on having me pretend to be her lover, Jade would also be a regular to me, there might still be a deliberate motivating factor...
I secretly smiled bitterly.
In this world there really is no one to help people unconditionally.
That's why I should approve of Chris, right?
After all, from the beginning Jade had misunderstood me. Let's just say I became Chris's girlfriend, at least Jade hated me more.
Once I agree, Chris will help me get rid of William and Grace.
Everything is profitable for me.
But I also disagree.
Because I know my own heart. In my heart, something is growing.
I think I like Chris.
She's so nice. He is like an angel who descends from heaven. How could my heart not be interested in him?
But I can't let this feeling develop. Because I know, he and I are not in a different world. The fate I hoped would end up failing.
Moreover, my life is completely fucked up. I still have to face my biological father who has no heart and his cunning affair like a snake.
I couldn't give myself a chance to get close to him....
I thought of my heart feeling as I flipped my body in bed until I had not slept all night.
The second day, I was even so scared to see Chris.
Last I lingered on washing my face and mouth, taking deep breaths many times and then daring to go down.
Chris is out. He said as soon as he received the call, the man went out, Anin also followed him away.
Aunt Elena was cooking, the whole time my relationship was getting closer. He also talked about his family's problems with me.
He smiled as he said: "Before master leaves, master told me to boil a bit of American ginseng. Sir said that last night you couldn't sleep."
I just kept quiet.
He predicted that I could not sleep!
This guy, far from my shadow, he's really scary.
My face feels hot. I just kept quiet and then said thank you to Aunt Elena.
Aunt Elena blinked her eyes as she said: "Master is watching you very much. Before when Miss Jade came here, I never saw your earnest gaze."
I didn't know what to say, I just focused on drinking ginseng soup.
It's good that Elena's aunt isn't the type to talk a lot. Talk to me a few sentences and then get busy again.
After breakfast, I went straight back to my room.
Not knowing why, my heart could not calm down.
While thinking of William and Grace's cunning, while remembering my mother's cold funeral process, momentarily thinking about the terms that Chris spoke of last night.
My mind is completely fucked. Until midnight, Chris was back.
I heard his car coming into the front yard. I stood up and ran towards the living room, waiting for him.
When Chris came in he didn't notice me.
He was listening to the report from Anin who was behind him.
It's summer now, but he still wears a white shirt and black pants. His shirt sleeves he rolled, then his top two buttons he took off.
Her clothing style like this could not cover her good posture. His body really made people squeal in amazement.
But on his handsome face there was no expression whatsoever, plus he was like he had no interest in anything, flat and cold.
I realized that my heart was beating irregularly.
Every time I saw him, my heart beat like it was a few minutes faster.
To keep myself from fantasizing wildly anymore, I went downstairs to greet him, then called out his name: "Uncle Chris."
His gaze just turned towards me, then he nodded slowly.
"Something I want to discuss with you..." My speech.
He agreed, then gave the documents to Anin. Chris looked at me for a moment and said: "Come with me."
I followed him right away.
He looked back and spoke to Anin: "You're coming too."
I'm a little confused.
But I thought again. Anin is his confidant, maybe Anin already knew earlier his plan to make me his shield.
I lowered my eyes, not saying anything.
Door closes. Chris stood behind the office desk as if picking up a document and reading it.
He must be very busy.
I was a little unwell, quietly speaking: "Am I bothering you?"
He turned his gaze away from the documents, his eyes were calm: "What's the matter? Speak."
"About your proposal last night, I've been carefully thinking about it."
Chris simply replied 'oh', gesturing me to go back on with my words.
"I can't agree to it..." I said very slowly.
Although I needed his help so much, I decided to reject his persuasion like this.
I was afraid of falling too deep and not being able to leave him.
Chris remained silent.
This reading room was very quiet, only the sound of my own breathing was heard.
I was a little agitated, with a feeling of fear I raised my head.
At that moment he saw me. His pupils were very dark, I did not know his current feelings.
I'm afraid he's angry. Afraid that he thinks I don't understand his good purpose. I hurriedly said: "You've helped me so much. I won't trouble you anymore..."
Of course this is just an excuse. The real reason is only I know.
I pressured myself to be brave, then said: "If you really need a lover, as long as you say it to someone else, there must be a lot of girls willing to help."
Chris did not make a sound, his eyes were flat when he looked at me.
I don't speak anymore either.
Chris puts down a document in his hand, then talks to Anin: "Give it to him."
I feel a little suspicious.
Anin gave me a brown envelope.
I accepted. The thing that appears visible is a few photos.
Waiting until I saw the person in the photo, I raised my eyes to look at the photo.
The whole thing was a picture of Grace with the same man hugging, there were even some pictures of them in bed.
I know that guy too. He was our friend in High School, Lucas. He and Grace are from the same place. Some say that they are friends of Junior High School, they together come to the city of Hualin for the exam.
I looked at the photo for a long time, just looking at the data under the photo.
That's a room rental record. On the second page is the time, written using red ink.
I counted the date. That date is fitting with the time where Grace was pregnant.
So the kid Grace had in her stomach, was most likely Lucas' son.
At that moment I felt my throat being stuck.
At first I thought that Grace was pretending to be pregnant, deliberately provoking my mother, but in fact she was actually pregnant.
But that boy is not William's son, my father.
He planned to make William throw his money away for free, making William help care for his son.
William considers Grace to be his precious treasure, also considers the child in Grace's womb to be his reason for living. If William knew that the child Grace was carrying was not his child, what would his reaction be?
Maybe he will choose to forgive her.
For Grace, she didn't hesitate to kill me.
I laughed bitterly.
I was silent for a long time, then in a soft voice said: "This, are you sure?"
Chris looked at Anin.
Anin replied: "Related."
I squeezed this photo, then it dissolved in my mind.
Actually from the beginning I've been thinking about finding a man to go to the wedding. Pretend to be Grace's lover, and make Grace and William angry.
Right now it doesn't seem like it's necessary to look for a man to pretend anymore. The affair between Grace and Lucas resolved this.
But I don't want to do this plan.
I want to let William help Grace take good care of the boy. After taking care of him for a few years, until then I just dismantled it. William's expression must have been great.
But my heart was not willing again. What was the reason William treated me harshly but took good care of that bastard....
In the end, it was grandfather's money that took care of them.
My mind churned, from beginning to end unable to decide.
"Have you really decided not to be my lover?" Chris asked suddenly.