His Little Wild Cat(9)

23

The exam was over.

I didn’t go back to school.

Throughout the winter vacation, I hid at home without going out.

Bertram didn't seem as busy as before. He moved his work home and stayed with me every day.

He was probably worried that I would do something stupid. But I wasn’t so fragile.

Since my parents died, I had known how precious life was. How could I waste it? I was living for my parents and myself.

However, I couldn't live as I had promised them, and I had failed.

When the New Year was approaching, the school's exam results came out. Unsurprisingly, I flunked math.

Bertram hadn’t brought any women back recently.

It was like we were back in the old days when we talked about everything without scruples.

He listened to me talking about the interesting things I had read online every day. He was very patient and cooperative. When he heard that I had flunked, he bought a math book and studied it, and then explained it to me seriously.

But I disappointed him. Every time he was teaching me, I would doze off.

When it happened, he would shake his head and sigh. He didn't wake me up, just looking at the computer and waiting for me to wake up on the side.

One day I fell asleep again. When I woke up, I saw him looking at the computer. When I walked in, he glanced at me and ignored me.

Why is he so serious and focused?

I suddenly wanted to play a prank on him.

I squatted quietly on the floor and crawled over slowly. Then I got up from the table, grabbed his trouser legs, and poked my head out from under the table, ready to scare him to death.

"Ah..." I poked my head and roared, and he lowered his head instantly.

He must be scared of me. He froze for a long time.

Seeing him staring at me quietly with trembling lips, I felt great because my prank succeeded.

I was about to get up, but he stretched out his hand to cover my eyes.

"Bertram, let go." I struggled to take his hand away.

He covered my lips with his other hand and kept me from talking.

What is he doing?

"The meeting is over." He suddenly said, and then turned off the computer.

What meeting?

Meeting?!

I felt I had made a big mistake. I squatted on the floor unhappily and finally quieted down.

"They wouldn't... misunderstand?" After a while, I whispered.

He glanced at me, "What do you say?"

"So... what will…?"

"What? Probably tomorrow's headline will be about Mr. Hill’s secret girlfriend."

"What?"

I hadn’t expected that my naive move would get him into such big trouble.

I didn't know what to do.

"Now you’re scared?" He sighed helplessly and picked me up from the floor, "How about a lecture?"

"No." I was ashamed. I was in no mood for a lecture.

24

I didn't know how Bertram dealt with it. I didn't see any reports about him in the following week, and I was finally relieved.

But since that day, I somehow felt that something was going on between us.

When we talked, I somehow found the atmosphere a little ambiguous.

I was afraid that it was just me again. I was worried that it would break my harmonious relationship with him now, and make both of us exhausted.

So I tried to avoid talking with him and looking into his eyes.

But once he was close to me, I couldn’t help blushing.

I was very troubled.

There were many parties before the New Year. He declined a lot, but he had to go to some of them.

I stayed at home alone at night. He sent a message and told me that he wouldn't be able to come back on New Year’s Eve. He said that he would celebrate it with me the next day.

I said yes.

When I went to see the calendar, I was stunned.

That day was Valentine's Day.

Was it just a coincidence, or was he implying something?

I lay on the bed and couldn’t fall asleep at night.

In the middle of the night, I put on my pajamas and went to his study to get a book.

I couldn’t concentrate.

Then I went through the newspapers he had collected. He had always had the habit of collecting newspapers and putting them in a special room.

The year and month were specifically marked.

I read them carefully, and finally, my eyes fell on a date.

That was the anniversary of my parent's death, and this newspaper was from 8 years ago.

I hesitated for a long time before I took out the newspaper.

I was just curious about what else had happened on the day my parents died.

I opened the newspaper and was suddenly shocked.

"A well-known college professor died trying to save a drowning young man."

I froze. My parents had died from drowning. But the notification at that time did not mention the specific situation of the drowning young man and only said that the whereabouts of the young man were unknown.

I was immersed in the pain of my parent's death at the time, crying hysterically. I had been too sad to think about looking for the young man.

But the news I was looking at was different from what I had seen that year. It was said that the young man drowned himself because he was frustrated in love...

Moreover, he was the professor's student.

My hands, feet, and teeth began to tremble. I saw a line of writing at the end of the news report, "Mr. Clark, I'm sorry. I will take care of your daughter for a lifetime."

My eyes began to lose focus, and my head was buzzing. I was crying and laughing like a lunatic.

It turned out that the drowning young man was Bertram, the man who had said he would take care of me for a lifetime and indulged me infinitely.

.

.

He had kept rejecting me and dared not give up on me.

So he had raised me for so many years just out of a guilty conscience?

I seemed suddenly drained of strength and fell to the floor.

Memories came flooding back to me. I felt I had found an answer.

24

I left.

I didn't know how to face him.

Thinking of him killing my parents and causing my tragic life, I felt so painful that I couldn't breathe.

I hated him but hated myself even more because I couldn't even bring myself to hate him.

He was the murderer, but I found it so hard to hate him because of m selfish feelings.

I scold myself for being so weak without a bottom line. I scold myself for being so emotional. I didn't know what to do.

He later called me and kept apologizing, but I said nothing.

He probably knew that his secret had been revealed. So he called to apologize to me. But what was the use? We could never be together.

"Bertram, it’s time to say goodbye." I texted him back and completely deleted him from my life.

"Okay, Sandra, take care of yourself."

This was the last time I chatted with him.

Later, the new semester started. After I experienced painful torture during the winter vacation, my personality changed a lot.

I started hooking up with different boys.

I was busy talking with boys online every day. It seemed that only in this way could I force myself to forget those unpleasant things in the past.

My roommates kindly reminded me not to play like this, but I still didn't care.

However, I could flirt with boys during the day, but I couldn’t fall asleep at night.

I felt sick.

My roommates got Bertram's phone number and secretly told him about my recent situation.

So Bertram began to come to school to see me.

It was annoying.

He always parked the car downstairs of my dorm and looked at me through that window.

I always passed by calmly and never went over.

It was like an endless war. It seemed that I had won.

I had always pestered him and he rejected me.

Now he pestered me all day, but I didn't even look at him.

He didn’t retreat and just stayed downstairs, waiting for me.

I once joked with my roommates, "Let’s wait and see how long he will persist and who will win.

"I will win. He can't beat me. After all, he is older than me."

My roommates just looked at me worriedly and said nothing.

I didn't know what was wrong with me.

Sooner or later, I would sink into depression. I would probably lose my mind before he gave up.

25

My boyfriend Osmond, who had just been dumped by me, asked me to go out to play.

I agreed.

Look, I am like this now. As long as someone calls me and asks me to do something I’m interested in, I will go.

Osmond and his friends rented a car to a glider club on the top of the mountain.

At night, he only got one room.

I knew what he wanted to do. I had dumped him because he wanted me to sleep with him.

I could kiss or hug him, but sleeping with him was impossible.

So I dumped him.

In front of his friends, I went to get my room. He looked embarrassed and stared at me fiercely, "If you don’t want to sleep with me, why did you come out to date? What do you mean?"

"I have to sleep with you when we go on a date? What do you think of me? I’m just bored. Why, are you going to force me?"

"Sandra, don't do that to me. Are you sure you will not beg me?"

"Beg you?" I said with a smile, "You’re daydreaming."

Soon I learned why he had said that.

After I drank the water he handed over, I felt weak in the hotel bathroom, and my body was burning. I even had some feelings that could not be talked about.

I googled it and realized that he had drugged me.

He had my room card. When I went to the bathroom just now, I had asked him to hold my bag and wait for me at the door.

At this moment he was standing at the door of the bathroom and whispered, "Sandra, come out. Be good."

"Osmond, how can you be so despicable?" I locked the bathroom door and didn't let him come in.

"Despicable? Sandra, you never let me touch you. You are mentally ill, and I’m helping you overcome your psychological obstacles."

"Bastard!" My voice became soft.

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I felt terrible.

I didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

I turned on the water and used cold water to cool myself down. But even when I shivered with cold, the shameful feelings did not go away.

He started to kick the door outside.

I felt fear for the first time.

I hesitated for a while with the phone in my hand before I called Bertram.

"Bertram," I whispered his name weakly.

"Sandra..." He was a little nervous. Probably hearing that there was something wrong with my voice, he asked anxiously, "Where are you?"

"I don't know." I began to feel dizzy, and I couldn't think straight.

"Send me your real-time GPS. Don't turn off your phone." I heard the sound of him starting the car. He comforted me while telling me that he would arrive soon.

Later, I was too uncomfortable to talk. I was moaning and my body started to lose control.

I didn't know when he came.

I just felt that he picked me up.

He put me in the back of the car and fastened my seat belt, "I will take you to the hospital. You will be alright."

"Okay," I answered with my last strength.

But it was so far.

There was pouring rain outside the car.

I heard the raindrops hitting the ceiling, getting bigger and bigger, and the wind seemed to be about to overturn the car.

Later, the car stopped. It seemed that the road down the mountain was blocked by a fallen tree.

He went to the trunk, took some tools, and tried to get the tree away.

He probably felt that it would take too much time and effort. He walked back, looked at me anxiously, and made a call. He kept cursing on the phone.

"No matter how hard it is, get the engineering staff out of the bed, and clean up the road."

He was furious.

"Bertram," I called him.

"I'm here." He looked at me with a worried face.

"Am I going to die? I feel so terrible." I cried and wanted to catch something.

“Nonsense." He reached out and held my hand.

My head was buzzing. I twisted my body and touched him with my restless hands, "I feel so terrible. If I die, can you bury me with my parents?"

"Sandra... Don't say stupid things." His voice choked.

"Not... Bertram, I'm wrong. I'm wrong." I cried so much, "But I like you so much."

I felt that I was about to faint.

Suddenly he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

I seemed to grab a life-saving straw and began to touch him unscrupulously.

…

I was tired and finally fell asleep.

I had a dream. In my dream, Bertram whispered in my ear, "Sandra, I like you too."

I smiled. This should be a dream. How could Bertram say that in reality?

But why does it feel so real?

Later, I thought about it. Whether it was a dream or reality, I didn't want to wake up.

On the second day, I opened my eyes with difficulty at noon.

I frowned lightly, but someone stretched out his hand and blocked the sun for me.

I opened my eyes. I looked up and met Bertram's tender eyes. I was startled.

At this second, the scene from last night flashed in my mind like a movie. When I recalled some scenes, I blushed.

He looked at me calmly. A few seconds later, he smiled softly, and said, "You’re tired now?"

Hearing this, I blushed even more.

He touched my head, "Sleep. I will be here with you."

I felt so sweet, "Okay."