Chapter 14 I will be responsible for you
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After a long silence, Rosa bit her lip and said silently, "I'll tell you a story."
"When I was 12 years old, my mother passed away in a car accident. At that time, I felt the bottom had dropped out of my world, and I was depressed all day. My dad, after my mother’s death, cared less and less for me. My relationship with him became more and more difficult. I only saw him about twice a year."
"Then I became silent, afraid of dark nights and loneliness, and I often awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night. Gradually, I learned that my home was no longer the same as before. I couldn’t go back to the old days. I have been living on campus since high school. I thought living with my classmates in a crowded place could drive away from the loneliness and fear in my heart."
"I don't know how long has this house been unoccupied," and while she was talking, she could not help her tears, and yielded to the silent overflow.
Ryan could suppose from her countenance what pangs of sadness she might be enduring inwardly. He didn’t expect the school babe to have such an unhappy life.
"Hey Rosa, baby, don't cry." Ryan dashed away her tears with a piece of tissue.
But Rosa seemed to have not heard him at all. Tears, larger than ocean pearls, gathered in her beautiful eyes and broke hot across her cheeks, falling upon her breasts.
Ryan tried to find ways of mollifying her. He paused for some time, not knowing what appropriate words to comfort her. At last, he held her in his arms carefully, patting her back in his most gentle way, and whispered softly, "I will be with you. I won't make you feel lonely and scared anymore."
Hearing this, Rosa squeezed herself against him and her arms went around his body. She buried her head on his shoulder and started sobbing.
Ryan felt sick at heart when he heard her plaintive cry. He held and patted her quietly for a while.
"Better?" He whispered.
But it was Rosa's steady breathing that answered him.
Ryan was taken aback for a moment. He turned his head round to look at her, only to realize that she was going off to sleep. There were still tears left in the corners of her eyes.
A little bit dumbfounded, he wanted to call her. Looking at her sleeping face, he found himself didn’t have the heart to wake her up, so he leaned over her and raised her in his arms, walking to the bedroom.
Ryan lay her softly on the bed. He was just about to leave when his neck was locked around by her arms.
"Don't... don't leave me…" A soft slender whisper came into Ryan's ears.
Ryan took a breath and coaxed patiently, "Good girl, have a nice sleep." Then he gently broke Rosa's hands, tuck her up in bed, and turned off the lights before he glided from the room.
After coming out, Ryan hurried to the bathroom and took a cold shower.
He was a gentleman, but he was not a monk. He had dreamt to have a wonderful night with Rosa, but he didn’t want to swoop in on her when she was in a bad mood.
"All right," he mumbled with a sigh and reluctantly. He spent the night at the school babe’s house, but he didn’t sleep with her. He was kind enough to give up such a good chance.
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The next early morning, a yellow beam of sunlight, filtering through the muslin curtains, slanted onto the bed.
The girl on the bed opened her eyes slowly and shut them against the sun's brilliance, burying her face in the pillow, with the intention of going to sleep once more. Suddenly she remembered something and immediately sat up in bed, looking around. There was no one else in her room. She looked out of the window, abstracted for a while.
It had been a long time since she slept so soundly. She had a kind of sweet dream. When she thought of the erotic scenes that happened in her dream, her face suddenly turned red.
She threw back the quit and found that she was still wearing the nightdress last night.
It was just a dream, she sighed with relief.
She changed her clothes and walked out. Nobody was in the living room. She thought Ryan was gone when the sounds and smells that came from the kitchen door caught her attention.
Rosa strode over and found that a young man was keeping his nose in the kitchen.
This young man was undoubtedly Ryan. He whisked the eggs, poured the egg mixture into a pan, and pulled out the bacon from the grill. Then he turned the bacon over and put it back under the grill.
"Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes. Did you wash?" He said without looking back.
Rosa rubbed her sleepy eyes in disbelief. It was not a dream. She didn't expect that this guy was still here! She even couldn’t figure out where he got the eggs.
When she finished washing and walked back to the living room, Ryan had brought the breakfast to the table.
"Come on, you must be famished." Ryan unbuttoned his apron, pulled out the chair, and motioned for Rosa to come over.
Rosa walked over in a daze. Everything in front of her seemed to be a dream. This was the home she had always wanted.
They ate their breakfast, and a homy feeling invaded the silent house.
"This is delicious. Last night...” Rosa paused and asked hesitantly, “You didn't do anything to me after I fell asleep, did you?" Her voice trailed to a whisper.
The coyness and bashful tenderness of her s*x played upon Ryan’s heartstrings.
"I did everything I wanted to do after you fell asleep last night. Don't worry, I will be responsible for you," Ryan said in a playful voice.
"What?" Rosa was taken aback by his words, the pancake falling off her fork. But immediately she knew he had been teasing her. Though he never withdrew his gaze from her, he had no gall to go too far. Besides, the dress on her was exactly the same one as last night, and she didn’t feel anything wrong with her.
But she was not annoyed at Ryan’s words. Thinking of the erotic dream she had last night, she felt full of need and even a little disappointment. But the breakfast on the table gave the last touch of lightness to her spirit.
"I want more," said Rosa coquettishly, asking for one more piece of pancake.
"Okay, take your time.” Ryan stood up. Before he left for the kitchen, he smiled and pointed to the corner of her mouth, “milk on your lips.”
Rosa touched her mouth, blushed, and quickly dabbed the rim of milk from her lips.
Ryan bit his lips to keep from laugher as he handed her another pancake.
"Don't laugh!" Rosa took the food and glared at him.
"Okay. Well... I won't laugh." Ryan said, covering his mouth, with an exaggerated expression.
Rosa made a face at him and continued with her breakfast. It was not early, and they had to go to school later.
Ten minutes later, the two left Haylee Hall and took a taxi to the school.
Not returning all night, Ryan was closely questioned by his roommates. After his honest confession, they finally let him go.
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In a single ward of People's Hospital of New Oodry, Snake was lying pale on his sick-bed, wearing a splint, and completely lost his former ferocious appearance.
"Brother, you must avenge me!" He said in a pathetic voice, looking at the man in front of him with an aggrieved expression.
Snake’s elder brother, Tiger Watson, was a thickly built man with a malevolent face and mustache. He had a scar running across his left cheek, which made him look like a devil. He was the head of Snitch Killers.
"You mean, the person who beat you is called Ryan Melton?" Looking at his younger brother who was lying on the hospital bed, Tiger looked concerned except for his anger.
Their parents had died since their childhood. Tiger acted as a father and mother and managed to bring his younger brother up. In this world, Snake was his only relative. And only when Tiger was with his younger brother, the outrageous and cold-blooded demon would show a touch of tenderness.
"Yes, it's him. You know this guy?"
"See if he is this boy." Tiger took out his phone and showed a picture to Snake.
"Yes, that's him." Snake said excitedly, struggling to get up, but cried in pain when his wounded hand was squeezed. Ryan’s threatened words reminded him of what he suffered, but the tall man in front of him immediately relieved him. He knew his brother's outrageousness and strength.
Tiger took back the phone and said, "Take good care of yourself. I will solve it." Then he left the ward.
Outside the ward, Tiger looked at the photo on the phone, his eyes were dangerous.
"What a coincident," he murmured.
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