Little Bride

Chapter6

"Did someone dump you?" the first thing he said to me after we got in the car.

My heart skipped a beat.

"You figured it out," I forced a bitter smile. Well, when Vernon brought that junior home for dinner and left me hanging, everyone could tell.

He looked at me for a few seconds again, then casually said, "You told me last night."

Oh... I forgot about that.

Last night, I went to his house and was already drunk beyond measure. I only remember he asking me something, and then I probably clung to him and spilled everything.

But I didn't expect that, after talking about everything, I ended up pushing him onto the bed.

I was the one who opened the bottle of wine. I was the one clinging to him. I am guilty.

"Last night, we..." I struggled to bring up the matter, finding it difficult to put into words.

"Hmm," he flipped through various documents on his tablet with his fingers, seemingly accustomed to it. "What do you plan to do to me?"

Why is he throwing this question directly at me? And asking me what I plan to do to him?

"Is it... necessary to compensate for your emotional distress?" I tried to ask.

Because it was my first time, I had no experience.

Pfft, I heard his laughter, restrained and controlled.

He stopped his work, looking up at me, and said, "Hmm, how much are you willing to give me?"

I feel like I've encountered a difficult situation.

"10 thousand?" I estimated the amount left in my bank card after buying a gift for Vernon with the just-received scholarship.

This time, he didn't laugh. When he doesn't smile, he becomes cold, and I'm a little scared of him.

He didn't pay attention to me anymore, lowering his head to continue working.

I was so nervous that I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

After a while, he suddenly said, "I'm quite valuable."

I could tell from his tone that it was sarcastic.

"I don't have much money," I said truthfully.

Well, for people like them, 10,000 is like giving alms to a beggar.

"Then just owe me," he said.

"Okay," I squeezed my palm. "Can I... add you on snapchat?" to make it easier to transfer money to him.

He remained silent for a while, then freed up his hand and took out his phone, displaying his bank account.

I took a picture, turned my face towards the window, and didn't intend to speak anymore.

He also didn't say anything, still busy with his work.

After a while, it felt like there was a pair of eyes looking at me, making me uncomfortable.

"Does it hurt?" he suddenly said.

I was startled, not quite sure what he meant by that.

He looked me up and down, "If it doesn't hurt, why were you crying this morning?"

Me: ?