Has made up his mind to marry Lewis Brown, and he is bound to leave the relationship is inevitable.
“Let go of me, Neal Williams, you can’t always be so bossy …” Trying so hard to sound determined, but, the vocal cords can’t stop shaking.
This man, let her even refuse to spend that much strength …
“Andrea!” suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Andrea Jones’ body tenses up.
No immediate sideways glance, just a slow glance over towards Neal Williams. The too deep dark tide under his eyes made her heart sink.
Slowly, she lifted her hand and stiffly broke the large palm that landed on her small face.
Tears glistened, but called out, “Lewis Brown, help me …”
Neal Williams a shock, eyes darkened so much that you can not see a trace of light.
Lewis Brown, worried that Andrea Jones was aggravated, quickly stepped forward, “Brother-in-law, let go, you’re scaring her!”
Neal Williams is a proud man.
Stalking, he could never do it.
Stiff, cold fingers, slid down her face, inch by inch.
Turning around, his sharp eyes turned to Lewis Brown, his thin lips lifted, and he spoke coldly, “Give me a reason.”
Six simple words, as stiff as a rock.
Why did you propose when you obviously don’t love?
Andrea Jones doesn’t understand, but Lewis Brown does.
Eyes twinkling, he reached for Andrea Jones and gathered her protectively behind him before returning Neal Williams’ words, “Whatever the reason, I’ll make her happy.”
“Happiness?” He snorted coldly. How can you talk about happiness when you are married to a man who has other women in his heart?
But …
It’s her choice!
If she was happy, if she was so impatient, why should he come to be the evil one to expose the beautiful lie?
“Brother-in-law, since I have proposed to Andrea, in the future … I will be sincere to her.” Lewis Brown is as solemn as a guarantee. Looked at Andrea Jones, and then turned his eyes to Neal Williams, “This is my promise, I will never go back on my word, much less break the engagement as rashly as my brother-in-law!”
Neal Williams pursed his lips and fell silent.
The view down to their tightly held, clinging hands is unmistakably blinding.
His eyes tightened, and he turned around arrogantly.
For the feelings themselves have never been sensible, dashing, and now why should they lower their voices?
Just because of her Andrea Jones?
No! For Andrea Jones, it’s not love! You just want to make up for it!
He told himself this over and over again.
Sinking his steps, he walked into the house without looking back.
The back, stiff and cold, arrogant. Indifferent as if there are just two strangers standing outside the door.
“Pop-” There was a loud bang and the door was slammed heavily from the inside without mercy.
Andrea Jones shuddered slightly, only to feel the sound like a muffled whack, hitting her chest so hard that it hurt her to breathe.
Lewis Brown bent to take her luggage and tightened her hand, “Let’s go.”
Only after a long time did she nod dumbly and follow him away, trying to resist the urge to turn back.
…
On the small note on the low table, only four short words were written, “Thank you and goodbye.”
Neal Williams took one look at it, reached out and tore it to shreds and threw it in the trash. As if that would shred all the traces she left behind.
Later that night.
Andrea Jones lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep until the early hours of the morning. She sat up and leaned over the bed to read a professional book.
In fact, it is also a chaos.
Frustrated, he intended to close the book when the phone rang suddenly.
At this point, the ringing tone seemed unusually abrupt. She was startled, reached under the bed and fished out her phone, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the number displayed on it.
Fingers frozen on the screen, a little afraid to move.
It’s Neal Williams …
Why is he calling himself at this hour?
The fingers linger on the hang-up button for a while, and finally, uncontrollably, the phone is put to the ear to answer.
“Go downstairs.”
Without waiting for her to speak first, at the other end, his voice had already come.
Not a tone of discussion, but an unquestionable command.
Could he be downstairs?
Andrea Jones tightened her grip on the phone, “It’s late and I’m already asleep.”
“So I’m coming up?”
A question, but a complete threat.
“Don’t!” Andrea Jones immediately refused.
“…” Neal Williams was silent over there for a long time, like he was waiting for her answer. She bit her lower lip and compromised in frustration, “Just wait for me, I’ll be right down. But … I only have two minutes.”
Neal Williams didn’t return her call, just disconnected it cleanly.
A monotonous ‘beep-‘ sound came from the other end, and Andrea Jones just felt her heart heavy.
She let out a breath before lifting the covers and sliding out of bed.
Put on the top again, before gingerly walking out of the house.
…
The night, it was already very late.
Tonight, a star is not, even the moon is hiding in the clouds did not appear.
The whole neighborhood, only a few scattered street lights stick out there. In another half hour, even the streetlights will be turned off.
Andrea Jones came out of the cell block and met him from a distance.
He was leaning against that Hummer.
Seemingly smoking, the starburst between his long fingers was bright and flickering.
For no reason, a sourness flooded her heart.
In all the time she has worked with him, this is the first time she has seen him smoke.
Slowly approaching, just avoiding suspicion, he stood on this side of the car, “Is something wrong?”
At the sound of her voice, Neal Williams turned around. Cigarette, he extinguished in a trash can aside.
Seeing the way she deliberately stayed away, his eyes grew colder, “Stand over here.”
“Let’s put it that way.”
“I have little patience.” His tone was even, but the momentum was such that there was no way to refute it.
Andrea Jones’ hand grips the handle of the car and looks at him for a moment before she grinds her way over to him.
Just as he got close, Neal Williams reached out and wrapped her in his arms. His slightly cool cheek was buried in her hair.
The warmth of that warmth, winding up, called her heart trembling. He drank, breathing, full of alcohol intoxicating taste.
“Neal Williams …,” she murmured his name contradictorily.
Knowing that this is not right, but, being held by him in this way, she could not help but want to indulge …
“You’ve been drinking?”
“Why did you say yes to him?” He asked suddenly, his voice deep.
Her hand hanging at her side tightened, bit her lip, and spoke, “I love him …”
Neal Williams reached down and picked her chin up so that her eyes met his.
The night is late and quiet, his eyes are slightly drunk with wine, dangerous and intoxicating. It was like a magical vortex, as if a single glance was going to sweep away her mind along with her thoughts.
Heartily afraid of such an out-of-control feeling, she tried to twist her face away, but she was held heavily by him and could not move.
“Look me in the eye and say that phrase you just said again!” He towered over me with a strong attitude.
It made her feel so oppressed that even breathing became difficult. Her eyes blinked lightly, blinking away the tear traces in her eyes, and the words that came out were, “Go back, and let’s not even cross paths again …”
As much as possible, let your words speak calmly and quietly. The hand hanging at the side of the body, but clenched, slightly trembling. Even the tip of the nose, are vaguely feel sour.
Neal Williams’ eyes tightened and he stared at her with a heavy gaze, and the hand around her waist couldn’t help but tighten.
“Andrea Jones, have you ever asked yourself if you really love Lewis Brown?”
She shuddered.
This answer, once upon a time, she had never doubted. However, recently, she began to ask herself over and over again.
If she really loves him, why can’t she accept a deeper kiss from him? Neal Williams’ kisses, on the other hand, can easily make her swoon.
If true love, why can’t there be further development? Nowadays, in this society, girls like her, who live with their good boyfriends have been popping up all over the place.
If true love, why did she want to run away at the moment he proposed?
Delayed in waiting for her answer, he raised an eyebrow, “Not sure?”
“No, I’m sure of it.” She opened her mouth, raising her head, but speaking without meaning it, “I love him very much. I happily said yes to his proposal, and if that’s not love, I can’t find any other reason.”
The rare relaxation, also in this moment froze on his face.
Like a bucket of cold water poured down on his head, his face sank.
“In the future … don’t dwell on it, we should all go back to our own lives.” She looked into his eyes, her eyes resolute, not allowing herself even the slightest flicker, “I like the feeling of being with Lewis Brown, and as for the president, you …”
She deliberately used the title ‘president’.
“Miss Brown really loves you, and since you are already engaged to be married, I hope you can act like a man and keep your own promise.”
She deliberately made her words decisive, not giving the two people even the slightest bit of space.
They were not originally from the same world, so why should he bother so many people for himself?
Neal Williams looked at her heavily, and even his breathing became heavy. The eyes were so deep that Andrea Jones could not peek into what he was thinking at the moment.
Next …
He suddenly cupped her face and kissed her wildly, falling off unawares.
Her jaw dropped in shock, and her hand instinctively gripped his sleeve.
He kissed with fervor and fervor, as if to touch her soul; however, he also kissed with sadness and determination, as if for the last time …
For the last time …
This, should really be the last time …
When you think about this, your eyes suddenly become moist and clouded with a layer of fog.
She resisted with her hands, and suddenly lost her strength, only to let him nibble like this, and even, she opened her lips slightly, allowing him to invade an inch deeper.
Her lack of resistance made him more and more excited. Long legs forced a step closer and held her down on the car, kissing more intensely, almost suffocating each other.
Lingering, loving, but full of unstoppable sadness …
A kiss that finally ends.
In the dim shadow of the lamp, there were light tear marks on her face.
Neal Williams stared at her sullenly, his eyes dark as the night’s curtain, leaving no trace of residual light.
“Andrea Jones,” he whispered her name, his voice so suppressed in the darkness of the night that it was a little off-key. Fingers, landing on her red and swollen lips, paused for a moment, and then, only to speak again in a low, somber voice: “I’ll make you whole. From now on, we, completely finished …”
Also known as …
There will be no more entanglement.
Any point, no more!
She shuddered and bit her lower lip.
Without waiting for her to say anything, he had already decisively pushed her out of his arms, pulled open the car door and bent inside.
Car, all the way into the darkness …
Finally, even the rear lights of the car completely disappeared.
Standing there dumbfounded, she watched woodenly as he disappeared little by little …
On the lips, there is still the breath belonging to him.
His last words, which kept circling in her mind, drilled into her heart like a screw, forcing tears straight out of her.
Everything, before it has time to start, but already ended …
Free from entanglement, she should feel relieved, but, why … heart but the more heavy feeling?
Heart, as if by who drew away something, empty hair pain …
…