Six Mates: Making the Billionaire Regret

The sound of the school bell echoed through the campus, announcing the end of the school day. Students poured out from the various exits of the school building like a tide. Groups of boys in tracksuits, with backpacks and basketballs in their hands, were excitedly discussing the just-concluded game and meeting up for another game on the weekend. The blonde girls, in groups of two or three, with their makeup and laughter, were talking about the latest fashion trends and the upcoming weekend parties. In front of the school, a car is parked, and parents are either sitting in their cars waiting patiently, or standing by their cars looking out onto the campus. When they saw their children, warm smiles immediately appeared on their faces. Carrying a heavy school bag, I scanned the parents picking up my child with joy and anticipation, longing to see that familiar figure. But to my immense sadness, my stepbrother Ethan still hadn't come to pick me up. My eyes instantly dimmed, and an unspeakable sense of loss welled up in me. He hadn't picked me up from school in a long time, not since I was in high school. I was 18 years old, in the prime of my youth, and he was three years older than me, but his life had changed drastically since his adoptive parents died in a car accident five years ago, and he had decided to drop out of school. He never told me personally the reason why he dropped out of school, but the delicate-minded me could guess that he must have spent all the money left behind by his parents on me without any hesitation, rather than giving the slightest thought to his own studies, in order to provide me with a better study environment. I have always been grateful to him and my parents for the fact that I was actually adopted by them. The only reason I was fortunate enough to join this warm and loving family was because Ethan was adamant about choosing me in the first place. Even though I was neither pretty nor lively, plain and unassuming in a crowd of orphans, at the age of 7, he immediately took me out of the crowd of children. His clear eyes were full of sincerity and love, and he told me that he liked me and wanted me to be his sister. Later, I really became his sister and an integral part of this family. He and I grew up together, and those wonderful memories are as bright as the stars, which I can't count. Whenever I encountered any happy or troublesome things, I would be the first to share them with him, and I had no reservations in front of him, but I don't know why, but ever since I was in high school, he started to gradually alienate himself from me, and he said very few words to me every day, not more than ten sentences. I racked my brain and couldn't understand what I had done wrong to make him so cold to me. I summoned up the courage to ask him, but he used the excuse of hard work every time, not willing to continue to communicate with me. That cold attitude made me feel incredibly sad and confused. I didn't dare to tell him about my worries and sadness anymore, but recently I was bullied by a boy... I carefully looked east and west, silently praying that I would never meet that boy again. Unfortunately, I wasn't a lucky girl, and the next thing I knew, the bad boy that I hated burst into my sight, bullying me and stopping me in my tracks. " Hey Sherry, why do you walk so fast every time you get out of school? If it wasn't for my better sense of smell, I wouldn't have been able to find you. " The boy had short red hair that was as dazzling as a blaze, with his hair strands standing up at the roots, emphasizing his unruly nature, his forehead was broad, his eyebrow bones were high, and underneath his thick and slightly upturned eyebrows were a pair of blue eyes like deep oceans, with clear and bright pupils, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, with a little bit of playfulness and provocation. The straight nose is as perfect as a sculpture, the nose slightly open and close, seems to be sniffing around the breath, his lips are thin and red, the corner of his mouth is always holding a seemingly bad smile, through the charm of people can not be resisted, the left ear that shines with the light of the earrings, more he added a touch of unique rebellious temperament. His broad shoulders and sturdy body made him stand out in the crowd. As soon as he spoke, his loud and somewhat reckless voice instantly cut through the air, and I instantly felt the gazes of everyone around us like countless fiery rays, projecting towards us in unison. I have always been extremely uncomfortable with this kind of situation of being the center of attention, as if there were countless ants crawling inside me, so as soon as I encountered him, the thought of fleeing grew like a weed in the bottom of my heart. What kind of strange person was he? Why would he mention his sense of smell so inexplicably? It was truly mind-boggling. I was nervous to the extreme, my head hung deeply down as if to bury it in my chest, my voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, and I replied to him in a small voice. " Can you stop pestering me? I'll give you whatever you want ... " Although Jason does possess a handsome and charming face, his facial contours are as delicate as a sculpture, his deep eyes and high nose, every part of him is perfect, but I have always liked gentle and gentlemanly boys, and his cynical bad-boy demeanor is precisely what I fear the most. His bulging muscles were as hard as steel, and he looked like a huge monster. Among his peers, he seemed extraordinarily strong and intimidating, as if he possessed endless power. Although Ethan was equally tall and strong, Ethan was my stepbrother, and his presence was like a warm harbor, bringing me a sense of security. My refusal could not have been clearer, but Jason, who had apparently only been in school for three months, looked as if he was in another world and did not understand me at all. He had no qualms about lifting my bag and said with a smile on his face. " Shirley, are you shy again? The voice is so small, fortunately my ears are sensitive ... But why don't you let me take you home? There's nothing I want, ah. " I looked at the wantonly open smile on his face, and all I could think of was that he looked like a hideous beast with its bloody mouth open, trying to devour me in one gulp, and fear instantly overwhelmed me like a tidal wave. I was so scared that my hands were trembling, I grabbed my bag with all my might and ran away like a wild horse. Jason saw me running away. First, he touched his red and fluffy hair with a puzzled face, and then, as if he thought of something, with a look of thinking that he understood, he unhesitatingly opened his long and powerful legs and chased after me, with his mouth muttering some words that I couldn't understand at all. " Shirley, are you going to race me to the finish line? Give it up, I have a talent bonus in that area. " This was just horrible! Why on earth is he chasing after me like that? Could it be that he has a mental illness? I still remember that when I first met Jason before, he said that I smelled good for no reason, but I myself couldn't smell any particular odor on my body at all. Now again, he said he found me by virtue of his sense of smell, and I have refused many times, but he continues to pester me relentlessly ... I was so afraid that he would keep pestering me so recklessly, thus seriously affecting my normal life. At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind. That is, I must go home quickly and tell Ethan about this tricky predicament I am facing as soon as possible, otherwise, I really don't dare to go to school again, and I don't dare to face that nightmare-like Jason again. Thinking of this, the pace of my feet accelerated more and more, as if there was a flood of beasts chasing behind me. My heart beat rapidly, and my breathing became rapid. By the time I reached home, I was on my hands and knees, immediately locking the door behind me, as if that would keep all the fear and anxiety out. I paid no attention to the sound of Jason's goodbye outside the door, only finding it more distracting. After ten minutes or so, I was still feeling apprehensive, but I cautiously opened a c***k in the door and cautiously peered out. Seeing that Jason had already left, it was only then that my nerves, which had been taut all along, finally relaxed, and my entire body was like a deflated ball of leather, leaning helplessly against the door. I breathed heavily, my throat feeling so dry that it was about to smoke. After taking a breather, I walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, picking it up and began to gulp it down, the cool water running down my throat and calming my agitated mood a little. I dragged my tired body to my desk and slowly sat down, trying to calm myself down, and began to do my homework seriously. But Jason's frightening figure still popped into my mind from time to time, and I could only keep taking deep breaths and forcing myself to focus on the book and homework in front of me. By the time I finished my homework, just as the sound of the door opening came clearly, I looked up with a look of anticipation and saw Ethan. Ethan's hair was as white as snow, pure and dazzling. When I was younger, I curiously asked why his hair was a different color than mine, and he smiled and said he was born that way. But in fact, he had a different hair color than his adoptive parents, and this unique hair color in turn made him stand out in a crowd. Ethan was extremely handsome, and although his hair was short, the hair on his forehead was just enough to cover one eye, subtly dulling the sharpness that his eyes, which were as bright as gold, brought to the table. The high bridge of his nose was like a mountain, with hard and straight lines, his lips were not too thick but not too thin, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, always with a gentle smile if nothing else. Although he seems to be more introverted, most of the time silent, giving people a sense of distance that is difficult to approach, but in front of familiar people, he is actually very talkative, witty and humorous words like a babbling brook, so that people feel immensely friendly and warm. But now he was estranged from me. When he came home, he first moved sharply to place the vegetables he bought one by one, and then he skillfully tied on his apron and began to cook dinner for me. I saw him busily weaving in and out of the kitchen, methodically chopping, washing, and stir-frying vegetables, and that skillful action seemed to have been repeated countless times.