The Day He Matured

In the following days, Brian only appeared at the company in the morning, and in the afternoon was the time he diligently searched for investors. Every night he was drunk when he came home.

The deputy director of WE Financial Company must be a glutton and a drinker who keeps inviting my beloved to useless parties with the promise of doing business together.

The partner’s advance payment is thirty percent of the total contract, so we can only import some fabrics and accessories for pre-production.

Within two months, Brian must find an investor, otherwise the contract will be late.

I told Harold about it and he was willing to help, but both he and I knew that Brian would not accept it.

That persistent man will never take money from Harold.

“The fact that I asked Mr. David to buy most of the apartment so that Brian could return to his position as bank president sooner was discovered by him. He said that I was pretending to be a good person.” Harold’s voice sounded like he was blaming.

“Yes, he was probably psychologically affected when he realized he was not the biological nephew of the president of Hana Group.” I quickly spoke up.

“As a last resort, I will have to ask someone to pretend to be an investor. I can’t ignore him. If Brian doesn’t find investors in a week, please let me know.”

I agreed and said goodbye to Harold, then hung up the phone and looked out the window.

I wonder if Brian will continue to get drunk tonight. Seeing him suffer like that made me extremely sad. I hated myself because I couldn’t help him, but could only look and ask if he was okay.

Leaving the company, I stopped by the garment accessories store and bought a few items to attach to Mary’s dresses. Next, I went to the market and bought snakehead fish to cook sour soup.

Since the big contract was signed, Brian and I rarely eat together. Even though I know the nature of the job is like that, I’m still sad.

Previously, when Brian was still in the hot seat at Sunshine Bank, his schedule was not so full on Saturday and Sunday.

The deputy director of WE Financial Company kept dragging Brian around. On weekends, he goes to the mountains to eat wild chicken, goes to the sea to eat seafood, and then goes to the river region to eat fish and row boats on the river.

It wasn’t until eleven o’clock at night that Brian returned. Like the previous times, he hired a driver.

As soon as the car stopped, I ran out to open the gate.

He got out of the car, took out his wallet, and held it under the streetlight to count the money to pay the driver.

If only I knew how to drive a car, I would be his driver. But if we both go away, who will take care of the company?

“Hello, my dear.” He smiled like a child when he saw me.

“You are drunk again.”

I pulled Brian into the yard, locked the gate, and helped him into the house.

When I helped him lie down on the bed, my eyes were immediately attracted to the lipstick mark on his collar.

What’s going on? He goes out to flirt with girls, but he wants me to find out, huh?

Honestly, I trust Brian’s personality and even more trust in his loyalty, but if he goes with a ghost, one day he will wear a paper shirt. I’m worried he will be influenced by that bad man and betray me while drunk.

If Brian is always sober, I won’t worry, but if he gets drunk and someone puts aphrodisiacs in his wine, what should he do? I’ve been harmed by Hellen before, so I’m very scared.

The more I looked at him, the more uncomfortable I felt. I quickly pulled him up, unbuttoned his shirt, and took off his shirt.

As soon as I helped him lie down again, he suddenly grabbed my hand, pulled me down on top of him, and hugged me tightly.

“Let go of me, you’re drunk.” I grumbled while removing his hand from my waist.

“Just lie still, let me get some energy.” He whispered.

This situation seems not to be okay. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll have to tell Harold to carry out the plan to help Brian.

If Brian continues to drink alcohol, in the future he will get sick, he will suffer, I will suffer, and the children will suffer.

If Brian knew and was angry with me in the future, he probably wouldn’t be angry with me for long. I understand him very well, as long as I don’t betray him, even if I climb on his head and sit, he will close his eyes and ignore it.

After a night of sleeping on Brian’s body, I woke up with my face imprinted with strands of my hair. I had to massage my face a lot to get it back to normal.

I took the shirt with lipstick marks and threw it at him then walked out of the room and prepared breakfast.

“Are you jealous, baby?” He suddenly put his arms around me from behind, put his head in the crook of my neck, and inhaled.

“Stay away from me, I’m cooking.” I leaned over, trying to avoid the head rubbing against my neck.

“He said next week he will sign a contract to contribute investment capital. Yesterday, I sang karaoke with them, and a few hostesses came into the room to sing together and serve drinks. Maybe some girl touched me…”

“Are you going to go with him again today? Today is Saturday.” I turned off the gas stove, turned around, and looked straight into those tired eyes.

“Yes, I will go.”

“Okay, take me with you. Brian, I want to see if that guy’s face is round or distorted. If he wants to make money with you, he shouldn’t torment you like that. I doubt him very much. If you sign a contract with him, I’m afraid he will take you home to be his wife.”

Brian’s eyes opened wide, looking at me as if I were a strange object that had just fallen to Earth.

Yes, I respect the LGBT community very much, but that doesn’t mean that guy is allowed to steal my future husband.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I will beat him if he wants to steal Brian from me. This man is mine. I can’t let go of him.

“What are you thinking, Bella? How could you think of such a thing?” He stepped back, hugged his stomach, and laughed.

“I don’t know. In short, you have to take me with you.”

“I will satisfy your wishes.” The smile on his lips quickly disappeared and he spoke gently.

In the afternoon, Brian kept his promise and brought me to the Royal restaurant.

Because I knew clearly that my business partner was male, I dressed quite politely, not revealingly, and did not completely emphasize the curves of my body.

My beloved is quite open-minded, once I agree to be with him, he never comments on my clothes. Even if I wear a sexy, revealing dress or go out with other men, he won’t get jealous. However, I know how to dress to suit each situation.

“Oh, who did you bring with you today?”

The sudden voice made both Brian and I turn our heads at the same time. Not far from us was a handsome, elegant man in a blue shirt and black pants.

His appearance is almost equal to Brian’s. If Brian is number one, then this man is number three.

“Hello Mr. Harry, this is Bella, my company’s accountant.”

Brian shook the man’s hand and introduced me to him.

Before coming here, I asked him not to reveal our love relationship to outsiders and he accepted.

Normally, no one likes to drink with someone who brings along his wife, children, and lover. There will be some discomfort.

“Bella, this is Mr. Harry, deputy director of WE Financial Company.” Brian turned to me and continued to introduce Harry to me.

“Hello, my name is Bella, nice to meet you.” I smiled and held out my hand.

Harry smiled, shook my hand, and then the three of us went into the dining room together.

During the meal, I paid attention to his every word and action and realized that I was too skeptical.

Harry is a real man. Harry said that because he admired Brian since Brian was still president of the bank, he often invited Brian to go with him.

After two hours, when Harry was already tipsy, I ventured to ask about the contract signing time.

In the past, I encountered a few bad customers who had no intention of buying an apartment but pretended like they really needed to buy it, asking me out to eat and drink to give them advice all the time.

They kept delaying signing the contract and in the end, they came up with a bunch of excuses, causing me to waste a lot of time.

I’m afraid this guy is just like them.

“Well, next week I’ll let the staff prepare the contract. Why are you in such a hurry?” Harry raised his wine glass, touched mine, and said.

“She’s an accountant, so she worries a lot, please understand.” Brian quickly said.

I smiled wryly and raised my glass. During difficult business times, if I didn’t act quickly, I would probably have to scoop up pig bran to eat.

I know that Brian can only eat well and sleep well when the investment money is transferred to the company’s account. If he wasn’t drunk every night, he would stay up all night.

Thanks to me going with Brian, Harry let him go home early, otherwise, Brian would probably have been dragged away by Harry until midnight.

Waiting for Harry to get in the car, I clung to Brian’s arm and let him help me. I haven’t drank alcohol in a long time so my alcohol tolerance has decreased, my head is spinning, and I feel extremely uncomfortable.

As soon as I got into the car, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, letting Brian drive wherever he wanted.

All night long, I continuously fell into a spring dream, sensual pleasures surrounded me, I felt someone pressing on my body, and sometimes I had difficulty breathing.

I thought it was a dream, so when the sunlight shone into the room and woke me up, I felt so embarrassed.

It’s only been a week since I had sex with him and I wanted him so much that I had a dream. I feel like a lustful woman.

But… what is this painful feeling? Oh my god, why are there so many hickeys all over my naked body?

I quickly turned and glared at the man leaning on his hands, leaning over to look at me, his lips curled up in satisfaction.

“How do you feel? Do you dare to doubt me anymore? Are you still afraid that someone else will force me to become his wife?” Brian raised his hand to caress my poor skin. His face right now looks like some guy who plays a gangster in movies.

“Maybe you only turn into a man when you’re drunk.”

I said while trying to get out of bed. However, before my feet could touch the floor, he pulled me back and forced me to lie down.

“Now I’m not drunk at all. Honey, try to stay in bed until seven o’clock today.”

After saying that, he quickly pulled the blanket to cover both of us.

I could only cry with each of his crazy, possessive movements. My mouth has harmed my body.

Why is it Sunday today?

If we had sex from 7:00 a. m. to 7:00 p. m., people would probably take us both to the cemetery. There would be no doctors who could treat this case.