All Chapters of The Day He Matured: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Only a few days left until New Year's Eve. These days, the market is more crowded than usual and the streets are also busier. I like the atmosphere before the new year, it seems that this season of love also affects people's mood, everyone has a smile on their lips, very happy. And even if they collided with each other, they would laugh and ask questions, ignore it, but unlike usual, one would curse the other, scream, ask for compensation... Today is the last Sunday of the old year, so it took me almost an hour to walk out of the market with a basket full of food. Every day, it only takes me about half an hour. This year, just like two years ago, I will celebrate the new year alone because Mrs. Alina and Brian will fly to the US to celebrate the new year with his grandfather, Harold, and Harold's mother. The president of Hana Corporation has two sons, both of them died on a fateful flight nearly ten years ago. He tried to suppress the pain, alone to handle the business activitie

The year-end party started at six o'clock in the evening, then at half past seven, Brian's car arrived at the villa. When I opened the gate, I saw that there was another person in his car, that is the assistant who often turns into a driver when Brian has too much to drink. However, when I sent the assistant to the gate to catch a taxi, I went back in and saw that my beloved was not so drunk that he could not walk. He seems to be still very awake, his face is a bit red, one foot kicks the other, and his posture leans forward for a few seconds and then back again after a few seconds. He still had a loving smile on his face for me. “I thought you were drunk, so you asked your assistant to take you home.” “Not very drunk, but I am afraid that I will die soon and leave you. I am afraid that you will follow someone else.” I don't know if I should believe what the drunk said, but honestly, these words of his make me very happy. But talking about death is not good at all. I put my fin

Eight days later, the plane carrying Mrs. Alina and Hellen also landed at the airport. Sunshine Bank, like many other banks, opens on Thursday, and Brian has also returned to work, so the person who brought his mother home was her personal assistant. Like many other long trips, she still remembers to buy me gifts. However, this time the gift was quite valuable, it was a gold necklace with a pendant in the shape of a ginkgo leaf. “This is too expensive.” I looked at her as the jewelry box was opened. “This is my last gift to you.” She reached out her hand and pushed it toward me and said sternly. Last gift? My instincts told me the bad meaning behind that statement. However, I could not understand what she wanted to say next. What did I do to make her unhappy? “Bella, I brought you here because I needed a maid, not because I wanted to give my son to you. Do you understand?” My head was buzzing like an airplane engine flew by, and my eyes darkened because I couldn't believe that

Because I wanted the nurse not to worry about me and leave, I obediently closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. After ten minutes, she also left the room. When I was sure she had gone quite far, I crawled out of bed, clinging to the furniture and then clinging to the wall to get out of the room. My leg was injured so I couldn't move quickly, I struggled a lot, but I could only walk a short distance. When I saw a girl asking the doctor where the emergency room was, I hurriedly listened and continued to move little by little. “Miss Hellen, Miss Hellen...” I called out when I saw Hellen running after the white stretcher being pushed very quickly by two female nurses. Intuition told me that the person lying on it was Brian. Fortunately, Hellen didn't ignore me but stopped. I recognized the resentment in her blue eyes. That's right, no one is friendly with a rival. “Miss Hellen, how is Brian? He'll be fine, right?” I approached her and asked. “Do you think he can be okay? He wil

More than half an hour later, Richard returned with a lot of food in his hand. He carefully poured the noodle soup into a bowl and fed it to me. I eat very naturally, without hesitation, and shyly. Perhaps because my sleazy and pathetic appearance had already been exposed in front of him, my shy nerves no longer reacted to him. “Is it delicious?” He asked softly. I didn't answer, just nodded. Seeing that the screen of the phone he left on the table lit up, I quickly raised my hand to signal him to answer the phone because I was busy chewing. Richard is very polite, he set the vibration mode, not letting the bell ring. “I'm listening.” Richard held the phone in one hand, while the other continued to pick up the lean meat and bring it to my mouth. The distance between us is quite close so I can hear the female voice on the other side of the phone talking about the documents and contracts that need to be reviewed by him before sending them to the partner. “Okay. Email me, I'll ch