Chapter 7 Dreams Come True

"Come in."

I stepped back to make way for Brian to enter the room and took the oil bottle and silver coin in his hand.

If I remember correctly, I only gua sha him once, that was when he drank with some big government officials.

That day he came back very late and had to hire a driver. When he got off the car, he vomited and complained that he had chest tightness and difficulty breathing.

While Mrs. Alina was panicking and was about to bring him to the hospital, I pressed him down and gua sha for him. As a result, his entire body turned purple.

After a few minutes, he said he was much better. He even smiled and hugged me, thanking me profusely.

"I'll take off my T-shirt so you can do it easily."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white T-shirt gradually left his body.

Because I saw that his hand was difficult to move, I quickly helped him.

I quickly applied wind oil to his bare back and gua sha.

He really hit the wind. I just touched his skin a few times and his skin turned purple-red.

His skin was white and smooth, but under my hand, it changed color, it looked like it was beaten and bruised.

"Try to bear the pain a little." I said softly because I realized his hand was clenched.

"I'm okay. Continue, please."

When Brian's back was completely red and purple, I stood up and moved in front of him to continue to gua sha at his neck and chest.

In my mind at the moment, I only consider him as a patient, so I do it very smoothly.

However, this man is not like me. The proof is that when I completed the task; I looked up and met a dark gaze and a mischievous smile.

"Okay, go back to your room."

I returned the bottle of wind oil and coin to Brian and stood up, crossed my arms, and waited.

He nodded, struggling to slip his hands into his T-shirt.

I was a gentle person, so I couldn't ignore him but had to kneel down to help him put on a T-shirt.

"How are you going to change clothes tomorrow?" I ask.

"I can do it. It will take longer than usual. Or... Tomorrow you come to my room to change clothes for me."

This guy who is serious in the first sentence will not be serious in the second sentence.

Why do I still hope that he will grow up one day?

I really want to go to Sunshine Bank and go into the president's room to see what he looks like when he is there.

"In your dream. Go back to your room."

"I'll dream."

I rushed to the door and opened it. Brian is the complete opposite. He walked slowly like a tortoise, pretending to be nostalgic for this small room.

Finally, after five minutes, he was also out of my room.

I hurriedly closed the door, locked it, and climbed into bed, closing my eyes.

At exactly five o'clock in the morning, I got out of bed, did personal hygiene, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Brian and his mother.

Mrs. Alina and he both like to have breakfast at home, unless I take a leave of absence, they go out to eat.

Brian's mother said that I had a predestined relationship with her family because just as the old maid resigned, I appeared.

I remember that afternoon, after helping her pick up apples, she saw the job application in my hand, so she offered to hire me and I quickly accepted.

I was just setting three sandwiches on the table when the phone in my pocket vibrated.

I thought that Mrs. Alina needed me to do something, but the screen showed Brian's phone number.

Is this guy looking for a way to torture me in the morning?

"Seven years. Seven more years. Big diamond. Big diamond. Come on, try."

After charging myself with some courage and confidence, I took off my apron and hurried up the stairs.

Even though the door was slightly ajar, I still knocked twice before entering.

Brian is shirtless, wearing only dark blue branded trousers, his body still has bruises.

Last night, I helped him take off his T-shirt and then put it on for him. I saw his body and also touched him and the bruise on his body was caused by me.

But now my heart suddenly started pounding.

When men go topless and wear trousers, they look sexier than when they go topless and wear sweatpants or shorts.

"What's the matter?" I quickly regained my lost dignity and asked.

"Help me put on a shirt and tie." Brian answered and pointed to the shirt and tie hanging on the hanger.

I know he's trying to torment me. Although it will be a bit difficult because his hand hurts, but it is not so bad that he can't do it himself.

But hey, I don't get angry with children. Who told me to have the status of a servant and a debtor.

I took the expensive shirt down from the hanger and gently helped him put it on, then carefully buttoned each button. Next, help him tie his tie.

When everything was done, we both turned around and looked at ourselves in the mirror.

He and I look like a loving couple.

At this moment, the devil made me feel that his face and my face had similarities, what people often call the likeness between husband and wife.

After gently stroking the tie again, I fixed it with the gold tie clip and took a step back, examining it.

Usually, using a gold-plated tie clip is already very luxurious, but this guy used a real gold tie clip with sparkling diamonds.

Fortunately, he always uses his car to travel on the road, but if he walks or takes a bus or motorbike taxi like me, he will inevitably become the prey of addicts.

"Done. Can I go yet? Can you tuck your shirt into your pants yourself?"

"Okay."

Returning to the kitchen for about five minutes, I saw Brian and his mother walking towards the dining table together.

He was the same as always, making a serious face and not looking at me at all, just focusing on eating.

When the cake in my hand was half empty, I suddenly felt a tickle in my legs. I didn't look, but I also knew that the guy sitting across from me was teasing me.

I admit that his acting is really good as if his legs and face are not controlled by the same nervous system. His face was calm, and his legs were restless.

Brian's legs are too long, so even though I tried to pull my feet close to the foot of the chair, he still touched mine.

The devil with horns suddenly appeared in my head and lured me that tonight I should break into Brian's room and remove his joints.

When the clock hands showed exactly seven o'clock, Mrs. Alina and Brian also left the house in turn.

He went to Sunshine Bank's headquarters, and she drove in the opposite direction because the real estate company of Hana Group is located in the west of the city, not in the center.

After drying the clothes, I carried the basket to the market. Today, I don't want to go to the near market but want to go a little further.

At noon, I was alone at home, so I could eat something temporarily. I will cook for the two of them in the afternoon, no need to rush.

The bus stopped at the entrance of the mall, and I and a few others got off the bus one by one.

I want to buy myself some new clothes because Christmas is coming.

Winter in this city is not too cold but I like fashion, I like to mix and match trendy outfits to have a Christmas atmosphere.

So, I swooped into a clothing store that was displaying autumn and winter fashion-style dresses.

"Martin, are you going to buy clothes, too?"

I widened my eyes in surprise because I thought he must be reeling at First Real Corporation right now.

At the end of the year, not only banks but also companies specializing in other fields had to sprint and handle the backlog of the previous year.

So, when I saw him leisurely enter the clothing store on the first day of the week, I was a bit surprised.

Martin heard my call and immediately turned his head to look at me.

I knew he would have bruises somewhere on his body after the fight with Brian, but I didn't expect it to be his eyes. His eyes are like raccoon eyes.

Maybe it was because of the minimum of courtesy that he took off his hat to greet me and revealed this unsightly mark.

"Yeah, I'm taking my girlfriend shopping." He smiled wryly and replied.

This guy is equal to my hateful master, changing his lover like changing clothes.

Originally, I thought the person he was talking about was the hot girl Ivy, but when I saw Naomi come out from the dressing room, my eyes had to blink a few times because I couldn't believe it.

Isn't Naomi the most recent girlfriend of Brian?

How did the sales manager of Hansol Group just broke up with the president of Sunshine Bank for more than a week, but she has become the girlfriend of a close friend of her ex-lover?

My vision is much wider because of this scene.

Is that fight related to this beautiful girl?

Brian is also very brazen. He got into a fight because of his ex-lover and his hand wasn't completely healed when he quickly said he loved me.

Why did I feel that he was a little honest with me then? Illusory.

"Who is this, honey?" Naomi clung to Martin's arm and asked.

"Ah, she is Brian's lover."

"Not. Why do you introduce me like that?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, I forgot, wrong... wrong... She is Brian's maid. Her name is Bella." He stammered and corrected his answer.

Naomi smiled and held out her hand. I also reached out and took her slender hand for a polite handshake.

It seems that high-class people will have a different way of falling in love with ordinary people. I cannot understand.

Brian has never taken any mistresses home, so only I know her because I saw him post pictures, but she doesn't know me.

"Hello, Miss Bella. You are so beautiful."

"Thank you." I replied and felt happy because I was praised by a beautiful girl like a flower.

Perhaps the two of them came here early, so Naomi had already finished choosing a bunch of dresses, and the staff at the counter were charging.

When I saw Martin take out his payment card, I suddenly remembered Brian's black card.

Once, he gave it to me and told me he would take care of me. As a result, I threw it upside down in his face and walked away, very majestic.

Now that's good. I lost my virginity to him, and I did not receive a penny in compensation. I am the unluckiest person in the world.