Falling for Him Head over Heels(2)

4

Feeling curious, my mom poked her head over and asked, "What did Cruz give you? Let me have a look."

My hand shook. I closed the paper bag and forced a smile.

"Thank you, Cruz. I like your gift very much."

While cursing him in my heart, I planned to put the gift away.

Glancing at me, Cruz suddenly smiled and pulled out a gift box from behind him.

"I'm sorry, sis. I made a mistake. That's the personal stuff I bought for my friend. This is my gift for you."

Before I could react, my mother had grabbed the paper bag from my hand, returned it to him, and handed me the gift box in his hand.

It was a bottle of perfume. The packaging was simple and elegant, and the perfume bottles inside were small and exquisite.

Upon glancing at it, I saw the French description on it.

The English interpretation of the description read: "An angelic bitch."

He must be deliberately implying something!

I ate the whole meal in a dignified and reserved manner. I even kept putting seafood on Cruz's plate.

When he asked what I was up to, I smiled innocently.

"I think you will definitely like this, Cruz."

Over the meal, we got along with each other.

My mother told Rory with satisfaction, "Look, the two children are so close. I told you they could get along well."

Turning to look at her, I found that she looked happy and joyful.

After dinner, my mother and Rory went to the square nearby for a walk and digestion, asking Cruz and I to go home first.

Nodding, I was about to walk to the parking lot. Cruz suddenly called out to me, "It's hard to take a taxi at rush hour at night. Can you give me a ride, sis?"

I couldn't say no in front of my mother.

He was fully aware of this. After getting into my car, he looked at me with a chuckle.

"You're such a good girl today, sis, unlike that night."

"What do you mean?"

I looked out of the front window and saw my mother holding Rory's hand from a distance. The two of them turned at the intersection and disappeared.

"You were bold, direct, and enthusiastic that night."

I smiled, turned around, hooked his chin, and pressed my lips against his.

"I can be far bolder. Do you want to try again, Cruz?"

His lips were soft and warm, and the scent of the mint that he had just eaten slowly seeped into my mouth.

He was still young, which explained why his kissing skills were lousy, and he was even a little raw.

As I took the initiative, I sneered. With his lousy ability, how dare he follow others' examples and be a womanizer? He was completely out of his league.

After a long time, I finally let go of him.

The car lights were dim, and the neon lights of the commercial street in front of us lit up his pale face.

He slightly gasped and raised his hand to wipe the lipstick mark on the corner of his mouth.

"Sis, you are so enthusiastic. Why don't you keep your word that night?"

Blinking my eyes, I pretended to be confused.

He stared at me without saying a word. I continued to look at him innocently and naively.

After a while, he sneered and gave me his address. Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes to rest.

I stretched out my hand and gently tapped his thigh twice with my fingertip, saying, "Fasten your seat belt."

He suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed my fingertips, and said, "Chloe Keith."

I pulled my hand back, suppressed my urge to smile, and started the car.

I said, "I have to go to work tomorrow. I'll send you home first."

5

His house was not far away. It only took me ten minutes to drive him to the apartment building.

I knew in my heart that my mother and Rory were walking hand-in-hand at this time.

I put the engine out and turned to look at Cruz, saying, "I'll send you up."

He smiled, saying, "You're so proactive, sis."

I replied, pretending to be naive, "Isn't it my duty to care about you, Cruz? After all, we will share the same mother in the future."

For a moment, he looked gloomy, but soon he resumed his tender and gentle look.

He took me upstairs. Upon entering the room, I grabbed his shoulder and pressed him against the soft stool next to him before he could turn on the light.

When his back hit the cabinet, he groaned in pain, saying in a lower voice, "Are you in such a hurry, sis?"

As we moved, either he or I hit the switch. The room suddenly lit up.

"Cruz Chow, we're even."

I stood up straight and looked down at him, who looked somewhat lost.

"Don't hit on little girls in the future. Your tricks are not good enough."

He coughed lightly and sat up straight, saying in a hoarse voice, "Did my hitting on little girls make you jealous, sis?"

I shrugged, saying, "If that makes you happy, I don't mind."

Then I turned around and left.

Only after getting back to the car did I find that he had left the paper bag containing underwear in the passenger seat.

Unwrapping the paper bag, I took out the underwear and flipped to the label. Only then did I realize that the size of the underwear was exactly the same as mine.

Sneering, I stuffed the paper bag into the drawer, turned around, and drove home.

My mother didn't go home that night.

The next morning, when I served the fried eggs to the dining table, she sneaked in.

As soon as she saw me, her body stiffened, and she tried to cover it up.

"Chloe, I drank a little last night. Fearing that I would disturb you, I stayed at my friend's place for the night."

"Okay."

She moved over and sat opposite me, looking at me hesitantly.

After a long while, she said, "Chloe, I want to discuss something with you."

"Do you want to move to a place closer to your company? Don't worry, there must be a separate room for you."

Feeling that something was wrong, I asked, "Are you referring to Rory's house?"

She nodded with some embarrassment.

It was very difficult for me to adapt to the new environment. Otherwise, I would have rented a house near the company long ago, and I wouldn't have had to drive to work for more than an hour every day.

My father cheated on my mother when I was a child, and she endured it for five years. It was not until she had made enough money that she proposed a divorce and moved out with me.

For so many years, she had never agreed to be with any man for the sake of my feelings.

The situation changed after I graduated from college.

She met her man.

I was silent for a long time before nodding amid her nervous and expectant gaze.

"Okay, I have no objection. It happens that I can go to work more conveniently."

Hearing so, she heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Great. I'll tell Rory today. What do you think of him?"

"He is good." I smiled, adding, "The most important thing is that you like him."

6

My mom took action quickly. About half a month later, we packed up and moved to Cruz's house.

On the night I sent Cruz home, I stayed on the porch for a while and then left. I didn't notice that his house was so spacious.

It was a duplex apartment on the top floor, with more than 100 square meters. Even the guest bedroom on the second floor, where I lived, had a separate bathroom.

Rory smiled and said to me, "Chloe, get familiar with the environment. I'll go out with your mother first and buy something."

Glancing at my mother, who was happy, I nodded and agreed.

When I came out of the room, I bumped into Cruz, who was leaning against the railing of the stairs and looking at me thoughtfully.

I wanted to ignore him at first. When I passed by him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist, asking lightly, "Are you happy?"

I asked in confusion, "What?"

"That night, you said that we were even. I thought you would refuse to move in."

He was mocking me the same way he had done it in my room that night. He added, "Why are you living opposite me?"

Hearing this, I turned around.

It turned out that his bedroom was opposite mine.

"Cruz Chow."

I raised my eyebrows and took a step forward. As I got closer to his face, I deliberately lowered my voice.

"I live close to you so that I can easily see you in the evening."

His eyelashes fluttered twice and swept across my eyelids. They tickled me slightly.

We were too close to each other, and we both breathed more rapidly.

As I was about to make my next move, the sound of a lock opening came from downstairs.

...

I shook off his hand and took a step back, looking as innocent as ever.

He looked at me and smiled brightly all of a sudden, saying, "Sis, you are so bold, but why are you afraid now?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." I blinked and said, "Let's go, Cruz. My mother and your father are back. Let's go down and pick them up."

My mother and Rory came back, carrying a lot of bags in their hands.

My mother was in high spirits, saying that she would prepare a sumptuous meal.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking, Daisy."

Cruz came down the stairs and glanced lazily at my mother, saying, "It seems that my dad and I are going to have a good meal today."

My mother didn't sense the sarcasm in his words, but I felt it and looked at him as a warning.

As a result, he smiled more brightly.

My mom got busy the whole afternoon and cooked a lot of dishes.

Considering Cruz's taste, she didn't put any chopped green onions in any dishes except some in my bowl.

During dinner, Cruz suddenly asked me if I had a boyfriend.

My hand, which was holding the spoon, trembled slightly. I looked up at him, pretended to be shy, and said, "Not yet."

He seemed to feel sorry for me, saying, "You are so beautiful. Why don't you fall in love with someone?"

Hearing this, my mother couldn't agree more as she said, "Yeah! Chloe is too introverted, always thinking about studying and working. She's graduated from university without holding a boy's hand."

The more she spoke, the more brightly Cruz smiled. And he looked at me more meaningfully.

...

Finally, Rory said, "She is only 22 years old. She is still a little girl. Speaking of this kind of thing, it can't be rushed."

Hearing his words, my mother swept a glance at me gently.

"Yes, so I won't urge her for the time being. But Chloe, you'd better pay more attention to it, okay?"

"Got it, Mom." I quickly picked up a piece of steak for her and changed the topic, saying, "Eat it."

I finished the meal without any mishaps.

Before going to bed at night, Cruz blocked me on the balcony on the second floor.

He asked me with a smile, "I feel that you are a veteran in a relationship. How come Daisy said that you haven't even held a boy's hand?"

"Cruz, you're not bad. You've even hit on so many girls before the new semester began."

He frowned, saying, "Hitting on girls? Sis, don't slander me."

I knew early on that he wouldn't admit it, and I didn't have time to argue with him.

What mattered to me was that he wouldn't mess with my best friend. I wasn't interested in educating him about moral standards.

"Besides, as for what kind of person I am, you should have known it after that night."

Hearing his words, I recalled the romantic encounter that night in an instant.

I had to admit that alcohol had only made me bolder to a certain extent. In the face of a young and attractive boy like Cruz, I was tempted.

So in the middle of the night, I came out of the room and pushed open the half-closed door of Cruz's room after my mother and Rory fell asleep.

Sure enough, he was waiting for me with his clothes wide open after taking a shower.

Seeing me come in, he was not surprised. He just reminded me in a low voice, "Remember to lock the door, sis."

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