The Day He Matured

Although I hate Brian, I don’t want to scratch his skin.

Only that night, I don’t know who entered me and I scratched his shoulder and back.

The traces are still left, though blurred, but at a close distance, I can still see them clearly.

I’m sure these scratches are caused by me because this time he still hasn’t announced his new girlfriend.

I understand Brian well, as soon as he has just started a relationship with a girl, he will immediately post a photo on his personal page. And when he broke up with her, he deleted the photos.

At first, the press also published articles, but after a few months, Brian changed his partner, so they stopped writing, and people didn’t want to know about his girlfriend anymore.

“Scrub hard and fast. I have no pain. What are you doing as if you’re brushing off ants?” Brian moved a little and urged me.

I frowned and glared at him. I wanted to grab his head and drown it in this herbal-smelling white soapy foam.

My hand rapidly increased in speed and friction.

“Add some warm water to the bath. The water has cooled down.”

I quickly raised my hand to unlock the hot water faucet.

Poor me, I don’t know if this man accidentally or intentionally set a trap, but instead of pointing down to the bathtub, it turned straight at me.

As a result, my whole body was drenched. The shirt stuck to my body, revealing the skin behind the white fabric.

“If you glare again, your eyes will fall into the bathtub.” Brian teased me again.

“Who wants to glare at you?”

“It’s you. I am not nearsighted.”

I peered where Brian’s soap-covered finger pointed and I saw his image and I reflected in the mirror.

Oh my gosh, how did I forget his bathroom had this big mirror?

The important thing is that I don’t care that he sees me as annoyed when I help him shower. I only care about that mirror image.

He and I look like a couple who are so passionately in love that they shamelessly crawl into the bathroom together.

I was angry, so I rubbed his back harder, making him scream.

“Gently… gently, Bella, I hurt… I hurt…”

His handsome face contorted, looking extremely pathetic. But no matter how good he was at acting, I knew he was acting.

With my strength, even if I rub a little harder, it won’t hurt him.

“This witch is not gentle at all. No wonder you are still lonely.”

“Because you asked me to scrub hard. Are you made out of paper? Come on, take a shower yourself. I got wet because of you.”

“It’s because you don’t look ahead and look behind. Why don’t you adjust the faucet?”

After throwing the bath sponge back in the bath, I quickly stood up.

As I was about to leave, I suddenly heard two knocks on the door.

Immediately, he and I both stared at each other at the same time.

There are only three people in this house. Perhaps Mrs. Alina came back unexpectedly, but he and I were arguing, so no one heard the bell ringing.

I can’t imagine how Mrs. Alina would feel if she saw me and her son together in the room and in this unkind appearance.

The fool would think there was something shady between the two of us, let alone a smart, delicate woman like her.

“Do you lock the door?” Brian asked softly.

“No, I just closed the door.” I shook my head and trembled.

“Brian, can I come in?” Mrs. Alina’s voice sounded.

I gasped and hurriedly looked around the bathroom to see if there was any place to shelter me from my tribulation.

But I looked so much that my eyes almost fell out and I didn’t see any place for me to hide.

My body is wet, how can I get into his wardrobe?

When Brian saw that I was in a panic, he quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bath.

Then he moved in the opposite direction and pushed me to sit down. Our backs touch each other.

He covered his head with a towel, letting the rest of the towel fit over my head.

His mother certainly couldn’t see me when she looked in from the outside.

My whole body was pressed against his broad back. I almost stuck to the wall of the porcelain tub.

I can feel the heat from him spread to my body.

“Are you taking a shower?”

“Yes, what’s up, Mom?”

“What happened to you and Martin? Why are you two fighting in the street?”

My eyes widened because I was so surprised.

Brian told him to go out because he had some business, but in the end, he got into a fight with his best friend.

After all, what happened between him and Martin?

A few days ago, he took Martin home to eat and drink with his friends.

“There’s a little friction. Did he tell you?”

“No, passersby took a video and posted it. Both of you are heirs to two major corporations. Do you think no one recognizes you?”

After a few minutes, I did not hear Brian answer. The heart in my chest also seemed to stop beating to wait for his words.

I lived with him and his mother for nearly three years, this is the first time I heard that he fought, and the opponent was Martin.

“The video has been taken down by Martin’s father. Brian, don’t make your grandfather upset anymore. But… are you hurt?”

After that, he shook his head. I can guess this because I feel the towel over my face move.

Then there was a silence that covered us.

However, I still sat still because I didn’t know if Mrs. Alina was still there or gone, and Brian didn’t say anything, so I didn’t dare to move even though my limbs were tired.

“You get out of the bath, Bella.” His voice dropped as if he was choking.

As soon as Brian inched away, I immediately stood up.

I didn’t have time to jump out of the tub when the knock on the door startled me, reflexively sitting down again.

However, because I was scared and rushed, I no longer sat in the same position as the original. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and bowed low, hiding behind his broad back.

“Oh, do you know where Bella is going?”

“I asked her to go out and buy some things for me.”

“So it turns out. It seems the doorbell is broken. Tomorrow you call someone to fix it.”

“Yes.”

This time, we both learned from experience, so we sat quietly and waited.

After about five or seven minutes, he dabbed my hand to signal. At this moment, I realized that I was hugging him tightly.

I quickly let go of him and inched away. I don’t know what to do next.

Because Brian lied, I couldn’t run back to my room.

If his mother suddenly appeared and saw this horrible form of me darting out of his room, I would have bitten my tongue and committed suicide.

“Wait for me outside for a moment. After I take a shower, I will watch over my mother to let you go to your room.”

Perhaps this is the first time I see Brian as a mature, decent man.

I nodded and did as he said, jumped out of the tub, wrapping a large towel over my body to hide the exposed skin behind my shirt, and closed my eyes because I knew once the water in the bath is drained, his body would be visible.

When the sound of water discharge stopped for about five minutes, Brian also called my name.

We both crept to the door. I was so tense that I could hardly breathe.

I leaned against the wall and waited.

“Hurry up, Bella, my mother is not here.” He urged me.

In an instant, I ran back to my room and quickly showered and changed clothes.

Every time I think of the scene of me and Brian sitting together in a bath covered with white soap bubbles, I want to stick in here and never step out.

Compared to me and him having sex while drunk, this made me feel much more embarrassed because we were both sober.

If he used that to make fun of me, I wouldn’t know where to hide my face even though for the past three years, I’ve been trying to thicken my facial skin a lot.

But why didn’t I close the bathroom door then? Why am I jumping in the tub with him?

“Damn Brian. The opportunistic man. I’m going crazy.”

After trying to take a deep breath, I quickly regained my composure and bravely lifted my leg, going straight to the terrace to get my clothes down to the fold.

The only way for me to coexist with Brian is to train myself to become callous, shameless, and shameless.

That’s right, I have to be better than him in these things to be able to fight him.

“Why are you back so early today? Aren’t you going to the birthday party?” I smiled brightly and asked when I saw Mrs. Alina just walking out of the room.

“Yeah, I suddenly craved home-cooked meals and missed you, so I went home.” She winked, joking with me.

“Yes, home-cooked rice is always the best. Furthermore, I think it’s because you miss Mr. Brian.” I quickly replied.

Mrs. Alina smiled again and went downstairs. And I continued to walk up to the terrace.

Thanks to Brian, I take a shower early today, usually at five o’clock, after I finish work, I take a bath.

It wasn’t until now that I vaguely guessed why he asked me to scrub his back. He must have had a problem with his arm, so he couldn’t reach back.

I remember one time I sprained my wrist, and I had a hard time moving my hand.