Chapter 8: Sleep With My Uncle
I was embarrassed and thought to myself: Now, Wayne Gilbert, you should have
known that it was not me who made your niece learn to be bad, but was your
niece who made me learn to be bad...
Katherine looked at me sadly, timidly like a rabbit that had been caught. Under
Wayne Gilbert\'s cold eyes, she got on the car obediently. I was amazed that
there was also someone that could frighten her, a fearless she-devil.
"I\'ll take you back. Get on the car!" After paying for the barbecue, he walked
around to me and said.
Being frightened, I stepped back. Keeping a safe distance from him, I waved my
hand, "No, I\'m going back with Katherine\'s beautiful \'donkey\'. Anyway, it\'s not
very far. You go first."
Pedalling on the \'donkey\', I disappeared as soon as possible.
When I got home, I found out how fast my heart was beating. When I met Wayne
just met each other twice, and I felt like I had lost my soul. I soon comforted
myself this reaction was normal because this was the first man I liked. As long as
I didn\'t met him in the future, I would forget him and all the things related to him
as time went by.
The man, at the age of thirty, had gone through vicissitudes of life and had been
experienced. It was not possible for me, a girl at the age of twenty, who just
stepped into the society, to imagine to be together with him.
After taking a bath and applying a mask, I had a goog rest. And I became
energetic again on the second day.
Last night, I thought it was my last time to meet with Wayne Gilbert. Obviously, I
was wrong......
"Lydia, this is custom-made clothes for Mr. Gilbert. The designer make them last
night. You need send them to Mr. Gilbert\'s company immediately and bring back
the remaining sum by the way. Also, don\'t talk so bluntly and learn to be
coquettish. If you offend Mr. Gilbert again, I\'ll fire you and let you go home. You
know? "
The manager talked to me with an old face full of hyaluronic acid and put a gift
box in front of me.
There was a saying that do not fear the powerful and influential people, do not
make curtsies for the salary of five bushels of rice. I really wanted to learn from
the ancients and say Goodbye to my job. As for Wayne Gilbert, let him die!
However, next month\'s salary was still in the hands of the old witch, so I could
only gather up my ambition and deliver clothes with indignation and obedience...