Rosalind furrowed her brows slightly, not accustomed to his domineering tone.
But upon further reflection, she thought Ulric wasn’t exaggerating at all. Who would dare to offend the Walters family? Whatever the Walters family’s young master said, even the homeroom teacher had to obey.
“Wait… You didn’t go to the homeroom teacher and request to be my deskmate, did you?”
He pursed his lips. “That’s confidential.”
“Tsk.”
Ulric stood up from his chair, holding her tightly in his arms.
Startled, Rosalind screamed, “Put me down! Your wound… you will pull at your wound!”
“I pulled at it countless times before. What’s a big deal?”
As Ulric held her, his strong arm muscles were clearly visible, complemented by the golden-rimmed glasses resting on his nose bridge. He looked like a well-dressed thug.
“Wait for me. I’ll change my clothes.”
He placed Rosalind on the bed and got up to change into his pajamas.
Since Ulric had just been in a meeting, he was dressed in a suit and shirt. Now that the meeting was over, he could take off the attire of a business elite.
Rosalind watched him change clothes, unsure where to look.
Should she stare at him? It didn’t seem appropriate for a girl to gaze so directly at a man. Should she turn her face away? But she was afraid that he might accidentally pull at his wound while changing clothes…
Fortunately, he changed quickly. He buttoned up the silk pajamas with his slender and well-defined fingers. As he did so, he asked, “Are you still in pain?”
“Huh?”
“Your lower abdomen. Is it still hurting?”
Rosalind finally reacted and blushed with embarrassment before burying herself under the covers.
“I don’t want to talk to you now!”
Ulric lifted a corner of the blanket and lay down, pulling her into his embrace.
“I didn’t go all the way today.”
Muffled by the blanket, Rosalind’s voice sounded dull. “I know.”
Ulric pulled Rosalind out from under the covers. His breath brushed against her earlobe. His voice grew huskier as he whispered in her ear, “How about we make it even more enjoyable next time?”
“Don’t even think about it!”
…
Tilda took a taxi back home. Her sudden return surprised her parents.
After all, she had just sent a message, saying she wouldn’t be back for a while…
“What happened?” Tilda’s mother noticed something off with her daughter, so she immediately got up from the sofa and followed her into her bedroom.
“It’s nothing.” Tilda just felt annoyed thinking about Johnny and how he had been bothering her.
“Well, that’s good! If there’s anything wrong, tell Mom and Dad, okay? Your father just called your cousin. Malcolm said he dropped you off downstairs. He was surprised when you didn’t come home. You should have seen your father’s expression at that time. He was really worried! He thought something bad had happened to you!”
Tilda felt helpless but also touched. She straightened up and hugged her mother.
“Mom, I’m an adult now. Are you still afraid of me getting kidnapped by bad people?”
“Oh, sweetheart, in our eyes, you will always be a child.” Her mother patted her back. “Even if you get married and have your own children, we will still see you as someone who hasn’t grown up.”
Tilda smiled with narrowed eyes and snuggled into her mother’s embrace. “I don’t want to get married! I’m fine as I am now.”
“Nonsense! If you don’t get married, when your father and I get old, who will take care of you?”
“Just because I get married doesn’t mean my husband will take care of me, right?” Johnny’s face flashed through Tilda’s mind as she pouted. “What if he turns out to be a playboy who goes out fooling around with other women all day? I’d rather stay single for life!”