Kiss Me Deadly

It was a gloomy day with a heavy rain.

I was getting married.

Behind the glass window of the office sat a handsome man in formal dress, smiling and asking us, "Are you ready for the marriage procedures?"

I raised my eyebrows and tried to reply in a decent manner, "I am all ready."

He turned his head to Wilson and asked again, "How about you, sir?"

This gentleman, Lewis Wilson, was a cool guy. At this moment, he put on an indifferent expression on his face and raised his wrist to look at the watch.

"If the materials were incomplete......"

"Sorry!" Cicely, his secretary, came in the office and pushed Wilson's materials into the window, wiping the rainwater from his face with a handkerchief and showing a flattering smile to Lewis, "Sorry! boss, it's my fault that I have leaven the material in the office."

"Doesn't matter." Lewis looked to the handsome man in the suit who had started looking through the materials. Then his thin lips were opened, "Then, what should I do?"

"Full... fill out the form." The handsome man pushed out some forms and asked, "Du...do you need a translator?"

"No, thanks." Lewis took the signature pen, then he raised his face and said smoothly, "I don't understand the language you speak, please speak English."

I thought that man's mandarin was fine, because I could understand it anyway. It was not his fault that Lewis couldn't understand his words. After all, Lewis grew up in America, and that man was more handsome than Lewis, so, it couldn't be the handsome man's fault.

But Lewis always liked to take things seriously, so I had to look at the pitiful handsome young man who had blushed his face.

"I'm really sorry about my non-standard mandarin." The handsome man calmed down for a moment and said, "But sir, there are some forms that need to be filled in Chinese, is that okay?"

Lewis looked through that set of forms, and his frown got more and more tightening, "English."

The Chinese form was very easy to fill, but the English form was very difficult. Fortunately, I had a dictionary with me. When I was looking up the dictionary, all the forms in my hand were taken away.

A pile of Chinese forms was thrown to me, and I couldn't understand why, so I had to turn my head to stare at him. Finally, he raised his head under my stare with a slightly disgruntled glow dripping from the corners of his eyes, as if complaining about my bluntness, "I can't write Chinese."

"Ooh........"

I had been very clear about the fact that Lewis' Chinese proficiency was limited to hearing and speaking, not including reading or writing at all.

But even so, I still hesitated for a while and finally wrote down my signature-- Lydia Miller.

Actually, I was not the girl named Lydia Miller who was going to sign the marriage procedures with him today.

My name was Winnie Wilson. But to save my life, I must first change my name and complete this risky mission.

After filling out the form, Lewis took it and looked at it for a few seconds, then he raised the corners of his eyes to look at me and asked softly, "Lydia Miller?"

"Hmm."

He stared at me with his foggy blue eyes for a while, then he nodded and smiled, "I can't imagine that you are an acquaintance of mine."

"Yes..." I laughed dryly, "When I was a child, I attended ..."

"So..." he sneered and said in a deep voice, "The professional lair Miss Brown seems to have no idea that Miss Miller was amputated her arms last August."

Astonished for a moment, I stood up and involuntarily took several steps back. Seeing the materials in Cicely' hand again, I was about to run to snatch it back, but my wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. It was Lewis, who tilted his head and looked at me with a calm face and a puzzling smile.

I took a swallow and explained as my mouth unclenching, "I'm sorry, I'm the one who makes...."

In the middle of the conversation, the handsome man came to inform us to take a picture in English.

Lewis dragged me to stand up and took a few steps. Suddenly, he pulled me violently and dragged me to his side, whispering to me, "Smile."

I took this photo almost with a thundercloud face, and after taking it, I was so scared that I couldn't stand up at all, but Lewis helped me up, and the cameraman asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Lewis asked, "Are you so happy?"

"Well......."

The cameraman laughed, "That's right. Getting married makes people happy!" He also teased me, "It's hard not to get excited when your husband is so handsome. Please wait in the VIP room first. It'll be half an hour before you can get your marriage certificate."

I finally made my mind clear, "No....."

"OK." Lewis' arm naturally rested on my shoulder, and with his eyes staring at me indifferently, he said, "Thanks."

After entering the VIP room, as soon as he let go of me, I immediately ran away, but behind my back came Lewis' typical and slow voice, "Have you ever consulted a lawyer to know how many years does the international law stipulate the sentence for marital fraud ?"

My legs were shaking, and my teeth were fighting. Then I heard his voice again, "You have half an hour to save yourself. Make some efforts."

I gritted my teeth and sat down, putting my hands on my knees. Then I asked bravely, "Does Mr. Lewis want to sue me again?"

"Maybe."

"You can call 110."

"Give up making any efforts?"

"Hmm."

"Good." He said leisurely as he took the coffee cup from the table, "I didn't imagine that the Mr. Miller would send a young girl with less than fifty IQs to cheat me."

I'd say he should be the one who got less than 50 IQs, but I agreed with him after thinking for a while.

After a while, Lewis put down his coffee cup and looked at me, saying softly, "I can just break off the engagement without suing you."

I hastened to say, "I'll call the police for you."

He smiled, "It seems to be safer in prison?"

"Hmm."

However, Lewis shook his head, "Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Miller and I already signed a contract on the premise of marriage, being worth 70 million dollars. If I decide to charge you with marital fraud, you may be sentenced to death or be sentenced for life imprisonment under the laws of your country."

I was so scared, because I didn't even know about it.

"Now you say your opinion."

As a foolish girl with IQ of less than 50, what could I say?

I decided to take a chance, "Can I choose neither?"

God, he simply nodded, "Yes."

Thank God!

"Thank you! You are rally a good man."

"Don't be happy too early." "I have conditions," he said.

"I promise that Miss Miller will be back soon!" I would do whatever it took to save my life.

"This is not hurry." He looked at me and slightly sneered, "Do you remember what I've said to you last time?"

My name was Winnie Brown, and I was twenty.

My life was supposed to be very happy. But two years ago, a gas leak in my house caused a huge explosion and I became a miserable person who was in debt.

I was not involved in any of this, and Mister Miller was the CEO of a famous local tycoon group.

But a month ago, he suddenly appeared before me and told me that he was distressed and needed my help.

This favor was to sign to get married with Lewis.

The bride, named Lydia, suddenly lost her mind two months ago and was admitted to a nursing home.

I was chosen because I looked like her and I was good at imitating other people's signatures.

After some twists and turns, I agreed to do so. And I accompanied Mr. Miller to meet Lydia's fiancé, Lewis, last Sunday.

He and she were in a business union and were appointed to get married before their births, and they never meet each other before. However, I did!

It all started last month. That day, I happened to go to the snack bar at the street across the Great Hall for dinner, and when I came out, I saw a radiant charming man.

When I first saw him, my only feeling was that he was perfectly handsome. With a charming face, and an attractive body shape, he was practically flawless.

My profession was painting and I liked to make a record when I saw something beautiful. My phone couldn't take photos, so I hid in the corner and took out a pen and some paper, intending to take advantage of the moonlight to do a quick sketch of him.

At this moment, the scent of red wine floated into my nose as a shadow fell before me. And a cold voice asked, "What are you doing?"

I was shocked and lifted my head to find that the charming man standing right in front of me.

His expression was faint, but it seemed serious.

I had to stand up and laughed dryly, "I'm a painter."

He fluttered his eyelashes slightly with a cold glint in his eyes, then he reached over and pulled my sketchbook, sweeping a glance, and said, "It's very alike."

I was overjoyed when I heard that, "Of course, I'm a painter......."

"You've violated my portrait rights." He frowned unhappily and asked, "Do you know the law?"

I was never articulate, so I dared not speak anything at this moment, watching him rip the paper to shreds and laying it on the sketchbook, then he handed them to me, "Miss, my lawyer will reserve the right to sue you."

I looked down at my book and looked up again and asked him, "Have I already broken the law?"

"Hmm."

"So, I'll be sent to the jail?"

"Maybe not." "Just detention and fines. I think." He said indifferently.

It was certainly not the first time that I had done this. In fact, others were quite happy when they find out, and some would even give me a few dollars to draw another one.

I had no idea that this would be an offence and would get a detention and fine.

So, I was almost numb with shock, and an accidental cry came out. I explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

He still frowned at those two extremely standard sword-like eyebrows. Not knowing if it was because he had drunk wine, his blue eyes showed a bit confusion, and he did not speak.

I thought that it was all up to him to sue or not to sue, so I bowed repeatedly and apologized, "I'm really sorry, dear sir, I really didn't mean it. Please don't sue me."

Of course, it wouldn't be long before I learned that the one who had been astonished that day was Lewis, who stared at me for a long time before handing over the tie in his hand and saying, "Please don't lose your etiquette."

I didn't think I was able to care about such a trivial matter as losing my etiquette, and I just cried and explained, "I just think you're handsome and in good fit, and I want to draw a picture to remember you and to secretly appreciate you, but I really don't know that it's against the law......."

"Please don't cry anymore." His voice was soft and a little bit gentle, "I was just scaring you."

Huh?

I lifted my head and looked at his serious face, thinking that I had misheard, "What did you say?"

"My lawyer doesn't have time for such a trivial matter, and you didn't do anything malicious, so an apology will be enough."

I confirmed again, "I didn't break the law?"

"There will be no penalty." He handed me his tie again, meaning obviously to ask me to wipe my tears quickly.

I was so mad at him!

As soon as I tugged at his tie and blew my nose, I snarled at his astonishing expression, "Then you pay for my sketchbook!"

He also glared at me, "What?"

"What kind of a crime is it to casually rip something belonging someone else?" I thought for a moment and, well, got it, "Infringing on my rights of property, right?"

He furrowed his brows, "Miss, it's you who have done the wrong thing first."

I interrupted him, brutally saying, " I have apologized for this!"

"OK, I apologize too." He said seriously, "Sorry, it was my way of stopping you that wasn't gentle enough."

"No way!" Don't bully me as a little girl, " That's different. I painted you while your face wasn't hurt, but you tore up my book, and my book is one page thinner for that. So, you've trespassed on my property!"

He listened to me to finish. And his expression seemed to be a bit messy, "Say your request."

"Pay for my notebook."

"Isn't just a page of it?"

" My father bought it for me when he was alive. Don't you know what a memento is?" I had to blackmailed him heavily today, "You foreigners don't care too much about kinship, but I do?"

"Miss, let's just leave nationality out of this, please." He was quite serious, "Besides, even if I've destroyed your precious sketchbook, you have wiped your nose with my 8,000-dollars ties. I am the one loses more."

What did I hear? The ties worth 8,000 dollars?

My temper lowered by half, "I'm talking about the sentiment!"

"Since it's a memento." He was much more sharp-tongued than I was, "Why do you carry it with you instead of putting it in a coffer for safekeeping?"

"If I didn't think you were handsome, how could I paint you with my most precious notebook?" Never mind, I couldn't argue with him, and I turned around and decided to leave, "You're so unreasonable and have no manners at all!"

I had just taken one step when I heard his voice again, "Well, I compromise, and I can compensate you."

Good job!

He said it himself, so don't blame me for being greedy, "Fifty dollars."

He astonished.

I added, "Now that I've used it, I'll count forty-five dollars for you."

He looked at me and then reached into his pocket, finding nothing, then he frowned and took something off his sleeve and handed it to me, "No cash, is this OK?"

I took the thing, a button with a white rim and a few blue crystals inside, which was pretty in color.

I asked, "What is it?"

" A gift given by my dad. This is equally precious."

"I want cash."

"Only this." He raised the corners of his eyes, "Besides, my cufflinks are in pair, and now that I give you one, meaning that I've given you fifty percent. But your book is visually estimated to be at least two hundred pages; shouldn't you make change for me?"

I was baffled by him, "How much is your buckle."

"Thirty thousand." He paused and added, "dollars."

I took a deep cool breath with my hands shaking, the buckle fell off and rolled to nowhere. I hastened to crouch down like a dog to look for it, then I heard him saying, "You can be free of the change only if..."

Thankfully, it didn't fall afar. I picked up the buckle and stood up, giving it back to him, "I don't want it."

"You said that you needed compensation, and I didn't want to lose my etiquettes." He curled his lips and looked at me, saying, "I'm hungry now. Find a restaurant to have a night snack with me, and then we are even."

I looked at him and asked, "Is the buckle really worth thirty thousand dollars?"

His expression was very noncommittal, "I don't need to lie."

Such a poser!

"There's food right over there." I point to the snack street, "You can go by yourself."

"Lead the way."

He turned toward the snack street, while I didn't move. After taking a few steps, he turned around and ordered me habitually, "Follow me."

I looked at him and said, " The fees of leading the way is additional."

He gave me a brittle laugh and seemed to be a little annoyed, then he twisted his head with mockery filling his gray-blue eyes, "Is that street also your father's relic?"

Stunned, I had to coyly keep up with him.

There were various of food stores along the snack street, and I followed behind Weng Li and asked him, "Which one do you like?"

He didn't turn his head, just asked blandly, "Where did you eat just now?"

"I haven't eaten yet."

"You have sauce in the corner of your lips."

I wiped my mouth in a hurry and saw him stopping steps and turning right, sitting down at this very clean barbecue stall.

Carmel was a small and isolated town, and people there were not very familiar with foreign guests. So, the landlady dropped the menu in a panic and ran away without a word.

Lewis frowned and stared at the menu in silence.

I waited for a while, but he still wouldn't scratch the hook in the menu to order dishes, so I said, "If you don't want to eat, then I'm leaving."

"Sit down."

"I have other things to do."

He raised his head and looked me over from head to toe, hooking the corners of his lips, "Do you still work as a call girl in leisure time?"

Who did he scold? "You're the part-time call girl!"

"You'd better be gentle and try not to challenge my gentleman-like manners." He looked at me very arrogantly as he sat down on the small bench in a gesture to sit on a throne, and then he repeated, "Sit down."

Just now, his tone had always been quite friendly, and I could tell that he wasn't angry. But probably because he was too formal now, he looked very solemn and powerful.

I sat down like a defeated rooster and asked, "Do you want me to order food for you?"

He held his arms and looked at me without saying a word. His demeanor was finally kinder.

"What do you want to eat?"

He swept me with glance of being infringed, "What do you like to eat?"

"I...." I felt the stress, "Are you asking me to recommend food for you?"

"Please," he said, "Just order what you like. I don't know Chinese food."

I clutched the menu and swallowed saliva, "Kebabs, just kebabs...do you know?"

"OK."

I didn't think that his needs would be so easy to be satisfied, and I decided to be kind to him this time and asked, "Is any kind of meat OK for you?"

"I assume they can only offer beef, lamb and chicken, right?" "These are all acceptable for me," he said.

"How do you know?" So, he needn't to ask me at all if he knew these.

He clasped his arms and nudged his beautiful jaws toward the oven not far away, then he continued to stare at my eyes and commanded, "Continue."

"Chicken Heart."

"Don't."

" Fried kidney pieces?"

"What's that?" he asked in dismay.

" Delicious pork kidney."

He showed a shocked expression, "Excuse me, miss, the foreigners in your mouth don't usually make guts as their food ingredients."

"Then he wouldn't eat the pickled food", I guessed. I asked, "Do you eat foie gras then?"

"If the heart and kidneys you recommend for me can be compared to the value of foie gras," He very nonchalantly hooked the corner of his lips, "I wouldn't mind trying them."

"Oh..." and I continued to look down at the menu, "Chicken claws?"

He was astonished and asked, "What's this again?"

"Chicken feet."

"......." he first took a deep breath and then said, "Miss, why is your taste so strange? Can you order some decent food?"

I snapped, slamming down the menu, "Then you can go and find someone else decent!"

"OK." he said coldly, glancing at me, "Be ready to receive the lawyer's letter tomorrow."

Hadn't he said that I didn't break the law? What did he mean then?

"What kind of lawyer's letter?"

"I am an American." He looked at me and said coldly, "According to the laws of America, I have the right to file a complaint against you for my mental damage compensation."

I was a clever person who knows the situation. So I sat back and showed out a flattering smile, "Lovely brother, I am actually very well-behaved and cute, sometimes being a little impulsive."

A clear smile appeared in his eyes, "Go on."

This person was too difficult to get along with. I couldn't offense him, so I had to find some decent dishes carefully in the menu. My father's former boss loved roast pigeon, and this was a very decent one.

Thinking about it, I asked with confidence, "How are the pigeons?"

His eyes were widened in surprise, "Pigeon? You mean the pigeons in the square?"

"...Yes." I saw him looking at me as if I was a monster, and I instantly became a wuss, "Not being decent enough? It's the most expensive one in the menu."

He took a deep breath and said in an unbelievable tone, "You should eat pigeons!"

I was wrong.

I can't help holding my forehead, "I can't afford to eat pigeons at all, okay......."

There was a stalemate, and as I felt that the man was about to lose his temper, so I thought I'd better compensate him. I couldn't handle it.

So, I stood up, and decided to stand on my dignity, "So, you can sue me, as...."

He glared at me, "Sit down."

"......."

I sat down.

He beckoned to the landlady and said to her, "Offer us a copy of everything on the menu, except pigeons, guts, necks, and the feet of any animal."

The landlady was confused about his words, "The staple food are too many." After that, she looked at me, "Girl, there are too many staple foods. There have been eight kinds of gazpacho, and you two can't eat them all. Look, do you need to explain to the foreigner?"

I inquired with my eyes, seeing that he didn't have any objection. I took it for granted that I must not be the one who paid for such a great deal, so I clapped my hands proudly, "Just do it, he has a good appetite."

"How about the cumin and chili? Do you need them?"

"No," he replied quickly before my response.

I kindly advised him, "That would be tasteless."

"No."

"You didn't know anything about Chinese food, right?" What if he thought the meal was insipid and wanted to sue me again, so I said, "I suggest adding some."

"Yes, I do not know about Chinese food." He showed a look of contempt, "But your taste is unreliable."

I was very pretentious, so I said, "It's up to you, because I won't eat it anyway."

He nodded and planked his face, "So, the lawyer's letter...."

"My lovely brother." I was nervous after hearing this and gave him a big smile, "You are right. Anything you said is right..."

He glanced at me with the corners of his eyes with the corners of his mouth curved and grunted indifferently, "Fawning."

I've had enough, "What the hell are you..."

"Miss, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but please listen to me first." He tapped his fingers against the table, just like one of those gold collars on TV with an air of condescension I'd never seen before, "My name is Lewis Wilson, working for FCN Group in New York as Director of Sales in Asia."

With astonishment, I realized that he had the same family name with me. And he flashed an odd smile, "I think that this status should be enough for you to flatter."

I didn't understand what he was saying at all, but his aura was so strong that I just felt that he was excellent, "That, you......."

He poured the free plain boiled water from the barbecue stand. Then he took a slow sip of his cup and said slowly, "It looks like you're excited, and it's good. People with a desire for money are easier to communicate with."

Who could have no desire for money? Especially for me, a poor girl.

I nodded my head and before I could say anything, the landlady came to serve the food.

After she left, I found an opportunity to say, "So, my lovely brother, you..." and I simply couldn't say it clearly, "You mean that you will definitely pay for the meal today, right?"

He was speechless for a moment and then said, "Why me?"

Me! What?

"Aren't you telling me that you're rich?"

He rubbed his forehead and sighed, "I don't mean that."

"I won't pay for this meal." I didn't have any money, and I didn't like him, then I remembered that I had a button, so I hastened to give it back to him, "I got it. You just want someone to pay for your dinner. Although you may think you're handsome, you're not nice to get along with, so I won't pay it for you."

He nodded, seemingly thinking for a moment, and then suddenly seemed to realize something, "I guess I have understood what you mean."

"What do I mean?" I just finished asking this and the landlady brought in a giant plate. Well, that might be half the dishes in the menu, "Please cancel the rest dishes of our order!"

The landlady refused, "They have all been cooked."

I was discouraged and glanced at the man who had already started to pick up food with his chopsticks. I hurriedly took the plate of peanuts, "You can eat it later!

Then, as I turned back, the landlady had already gone away.

He put down his chopsticks and furrowed his carefully groomed eyebrows, "This cufflink I gave you is a blue diamond from South Africa. Even if you don't know blue diamonds, you should at least know the platinum or the designer's signature on it. As I remember, I've told you that the cufflinks are worth $30,000."

He just lied to me, "Do you think I have no idea about that? The cufflinks need to be in pairs, and how can I know whether they're real or not? After all, I'm not the one selling jewelry!" I jumped up from my stool in excitement, being very unease, "You must at least be able to pay for this barbecue!"

He took off the other cufflink and tapped it on the table, "Here you go."

"No. I'm leaving." I decided to leave him here before the landlady asked me to pay the bill, "Go figure it out by yourself, lovely brother. You are too exaggerative."

I was about to run away when I suddenly heard the man's slow voice, "Are you sure?"

I turned my head around and glared at him, "Just go and sue me!"

He also turned back and looked at me with a faintly playful expression, "I've always considered it will be a privilege and a good opportunity to make friends with people who are richer than ourselves."

Seeing that I stopped there, he showed that annoying confidence, "You seem to be in urgent need of money, and I happen to have plenty of that. For young girls like you, money is the most basic need." This time he was even more frank, "What can you do with five hundred dollars? Finding a boyfriend and buying him a little shoddy gift? And then you spend the night together? To be frankly, I think you're pretty cute and would be willing to give you the opportunity to make a friend with me and treat me with a meal ...is that too exaggerative?"

I decided to give him a class, so I sat back, "Do you know how long I need to earn five hundred dollars?"

He was slightly struck and said, "An hour."

"Ten days!" I was so furious, "You need to be nicer to me if you want me to pay for your dinner. Is this your attitude to ask for favors?"

"Wow." He looked at me seriously with his arms resting on the table and his body leaning over, "What kind of attitude do you need?"

"Be gentle."

"Fine." He nodded, following by a hint of distress, "In what degree?"

As it turned out, I took the opportunity to mention, "The lawyer's letter."

I could just tell that he was that kind of guy who looked like a newly rich even he wore a sack, which of course could be attributed my narrow horizon. But his graceful posture on the small bench had fully convinced me of his ability to sue me.

"It's a matter of your own intelligence." He looked at me coldly with a little contempt, "I have no evidence or any eyewitnesses. Miss Lying."

Good job!

I stood up gracefully, pinching the two buttons, and said proudly, "Then please settle your own bill, Mr. Bragging; I'm stingy and never pay for anyone's dinner."

This was the first time I'd ever met Lewis in the real sense.

And since that day, I still had no idea about what kind of fate was waiting for me after meeting him.

Was it a passerby, a kind of luck, or a disaster?

That day, as soon as I left the snack street, a Mercedes-Benz was stopped in front of me. Mr. Miller came out from the car. He was a fat old man with a bright head and small black eyes shining shrewd light.

It was all for the money that I'd like to take such a great risk to do this thing.

My family was the main responsible party for the bombing. More than a dozen families in that building had lost their homes and were heavily in debt.

I needed the money because even if I could wait, the relatives of my old neighbors couldn't wait. Many of the people who died were elders who watched me grow up, and I wanted to compensate their families as much as possible.

At the end of the day, I obtained the marriage license with the name changed to Winnie Wilson.

I didn't know how Lewis explained to Mr. Miller. In short, I got the money promised to me. Mr. Miller also called me to express his satisfaction.

But I had a new problem.

To keep the secret, I moved into Lewis' house.

In his words, his family members would come at any moment, and if Lydia failed to appear in this period, then I needed to play her role.

To be honest, I felt that Lewis didn't care whom he married, because he didn't even ask me what happened to Lydia from the beginning to the end?

Luckily, I didn't know that, so neither did I need to answer as he had no interest in it.

Afterwards, Lewis appointed Cicely to sign a prenuptial agreement with me, offering me a property of 500,000 dollars and a villa, and a new mobile phone.

So, I finally realized that I had been married....

It could not be regarded as a real marriage, while paying off debt is a big deal. So, I treated my only one best friend with a meal.

My best friend was named Cindy, from a well-off family. Her father was a painter and her mother was a beautiful housewife. She gave me a lot of clothes to wear after the accident of my family since we were in the similar figure.

The place we met was the hotpot restaurant in front of our school. I returned the money to Cindy, and she took it and asked me how I got it. I told her that it was from a distant relative.

She was very happy and asked me, "What kind of relative? It seems to be a very rich guy. Does he treat you well?"

"Pretty good." Since I was in the same university with Cindy, so she would inevitably meet Lewis later. I could only make up a story, "It's a cousin of mine."

"That's nice, your cousin must be handsome since you're so pretty!" Cindy got excited, "Tell me if he had a girlfriend. Will I have a chance to be his girlfriend?"

"...Okay, I'll ask him." I answered and listed some other hints, "He seems to have a girlfriend, or maybe a wife, or in some other relationship."

"You just ask him first. By the way, the other day......."

As she was talking, a cell phone rang.

I didn't realize at first, only to hear that phone ringing for a long time, and Cindy pouted at me, "It's your phone."

I got nervous for a second and pulled out my phone, explaining to her, "I'm going to take a call."

"OK." Cindy stared at my phone and nodded.

I walked out of the door and answered the phone, it was Lewis' number which had been saved when the phone was given to me. There were only two contacts, and the other one was Cicely.

It was the first time that we contacted each other after getting married, and I still felt nervous to talk with him, "Hello, Mr. Wilson."

"Why did you take so long to answer the phone?"

I just said, "Sorry, I'm not used to the ring."

"Get another one." His voice sounded gentle, and he seemed to be in a good mood, "I hope to be able to contact you at any time."

I humbly said, "Okay, I got it."

"Unhappy?"

"Very happy." I said that from the bottom of my heart, "I'm really happy."

"I hope that's always the case." Lewis said, "Miss Wilson, promise me that you'll move in by five o'clock this afternoon."

"Yes." I replied in a hurry, "I'm ready."

"Good." A soft tapping sound came from his side. Maybe he was tapping on the keyboard, "I'm not in Carmel right now and I won't be back until Saturday."

I was relieved, "Have a good time then."

"Why Mr. Miller choose you to get married with me?" Although he seemed to criticize me, his tone was clearly friendly, "I'm calling to remind you to be well prepared, and I like gentle and honest girls."

I was a little bit mumpish, "OK."

He added, "Besides, take more rest. I like you to be a little plumper."

"Okay."

When I returned to the restaurant, Cindy was biting the chopsticks. I sat back, then she looked up at me and asked, "Your cousin's phone?"

"Hmm."

"Then why are you unpleasant about it?" She asked, "Your cousin bought you this phone, didn't he?"

"Hmm."

"That's nice. It's over ten thousand dollars. My dad still has to think twice for buying it for me." Cindy said happily, "Hand over your new cell phone number!"

I told her the number, and Cindy called out, "Wonderful! Six consecutive numbers! What's your cousin's job?"

"I don't know."

Cindy kept my number and smiled happily, "Winnie. Your good fortune has come. I'm so happy for you. No, you're the one who's supposed to be so lucky! But after all, you've been separated from your cousin for so many years. Now you have to be a little more excited so that he will adore you."

I nodded.

Cindy continued, "Well, don't be so depressed. You haven't laughed since the accident happened to your family. I've been afraid to say these with you. You've done enough for the Cooper family, really."

"I won't be able to sit here without them. Mom and Dad treat me like I'm their own child, and it's not their fault that the accident happened at my family, and besides, even if there's just Justin in my family, but at least I won't be an orphan."

Yes, I was not a biological child of the Cooper family, but a wild child.

One year, the police busted up a child trafficking den, and the kids inside were released, but there were still some wild kids who couldn't find their information, and I was one of them.

With police's arrangement, we kids were adopted, and I was the last one to be adopted.

I didn't know the reason. I only remember that no matter how lively, cute and mentally healthy I presented, no one wanted to adopt me.

I was finally taken home by the Cooper couple when I was eight years old. My mother said she wanted a daughter, and it just happened that I was also named Wilson. It seemed to be the destiny that we met. Due to the special reason, I and my brother Justin were registered as twins.

When the explosion happened, Justin and I survived. Because I was studying in Carmel and Justin was walking his dog downstairs.

The dog saved his life, but he was brain dead and became a patient in coma.

The volunteer group helped to save Justin, and I was busy with paying off my debts by skipping classes.

Now that the debt was paid. All I needed to consider was Justin. If he could wake up, it would be the best. But if not, I would take care of him all my life.

I was now sharing a room with others, and there were many suck kind of rooms for rent in Carmel, which were slightly cheaper than the student dormitories, but they were not bad, very cheap-only 300 dollars a month, so I did not have much luggage, only a small trunk.

Lewis' residence in Carmel was in the Villa Leopolda, a typical Rich Area with high walls and a tightly guarded gate.

After entering the house, Cicely introduced me to the green-eyed British butler Brown who had the same demeanor as Lewis, "Madam, I'm glad to serve you."

Madam ...

Why did I feel so embarrassed?

I couldn't learn this noble and decent manner, so I replied foolishly, "Me too."

They chatted on the things about me. I couldn't interrupt, so I was occupied with looking around the villa, which had three floors in the typical American decoration style with white and light blue being the main colors, which seemed to be difficult to clean.

After that, Brown took me around and finally stopped at the door of my room and said, "Sir sleeps shallowly and doesn't like to be disturbed around, so he needs a separate room."

I would snore when I was very tired, so his requirement was perfectly right.

"The first floor is the common area and the second floor is Madam's activity area, and we prepare the drawing room and the study for you. The third floor, without sir's permission, I hope that you do not go up."

I continued to nod my head.

"Access is till 10:00 pm." I was about to say something when he continued to say, "Because of your ladyship's special status, I hope that you can avoid inviting friends to interrupt us."

I continued to nod my head.