"I know you’re really angry right now because I shouldn’t have used this thod to check your true thoughts. I definitely went too far... No, not a little, very far!" Abel tightly held the struggling Betty, "I did it for one reason only, because I like you, Betty!"
"Get lost."
Betty was very emotional, didn’t even hear what he was saying, and even if she heard, she didn’t listen...
"Betty!" Abel pressed hard on her shoulder, "I know, I’m a bastard. I also know I’m not worthy of a pure girl like you. But... sotis the world is just like this. When I left the Capital and saw you run down the steps, I knew I was truly in love with you."
Betty couldn’t move being held down by him, she just pursed her lips and snorted coldly.
"Go on, didn’t you say you love ? Tell how you love !"
Abel shook his head.
"I don’t know!"
"Don’t know?" Betty sneered, "Aren’t you a Casanova? Aren’t you great at sweet talk? Is there a ti when you don’t know?"
Indeed, he was best at sweet talk and at pleasing won.
But facing this little girl in front of him, he didn’t want to sweet-talk her, nor use those thousands of flowery words he could say...
He watched the little girl in front of him, angry with her chest heaving, her small face covered in tears, glaring at him with reddened eyes – he just moved a little closer and gently kissed her eyes.
He had kissed many won and slept with quite a few; he always moved his body but not his heart. He never touched those pure little girls, it was always a one-night thing, sleep and done...
This ti, it was his first ti kissing a girl’s tears.
It turns out, tears are indeed salty, with a slightly bitter taste.
"Betty." Abel raised his face, "Don’t you realize you like ?"
Betty sniffed.
"No, I don’t."
"Then why did you call first, rush to find from so far away, and cry for ..."
On the face, sothing slid down the cheek, reached the lips, salty and bitter.
Knowing there was trouble here, she instantly called him; hearing him say sothing happened, she seed to be losing sothing extrely important...
That feeling, except when her parents passed away, she had never felt it before.
Maybe, that’s what liking soone is!
"So what!" She glared at the guy in front of her with tears in her eyes, "Even if I like you, I won’t be with you, because you’re a bastard. Let go of !"
"Betty, I’m serious."
"Let go!"
"Betty..."
"If you don’t want to hate you, you better let go of right now! I want to leave, I never want to see you again, I don’t want to!"
She shouted hoarsely.
Abel nodded, "Alright!"
He slowly loosened his grip on her shoulders, stepped back, Betty shoved him aside, wiped her face, and rushed out the door. Abel chased after her worriedly, only to see the little girl running while wiping her face. When she saw the staff following, she imdiately opened the car door and got inside.
Soon, the car drove away.
A staff mber ran over, "Mr. Abel, Chicheng Pharmaceutical Factory is on the phone."
Abel withdrew his gaze from where Betty left, wiped his face, sighed, and took the phone from the other person, "This is Abel."
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Good afternoon
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