2 02. Love is a mistaken first sight

Seeing that she was about to lose control, she faced the danger of being taken advantage of again.

Last night's heart-wrenching pain flickered through her mind in an instant, and terror flooded her. Just as her gaze landed on a bottle of red wine on the bedside cabinet, she instinctively picked it up and the next move was...

"Bang!" The sound of a wine bottle smashing into a skull suddenly rang out, and the man who was just about to tear her to pieces immediately had a bloody head.

The shocking blood flowed quickly down his forehead and soaked the white bed sheet in a blink of an eye, even splattering her with quite a bit.

Ivy Aretha couldn't tell if it was the red wine from the bottle or the man's blood.

Her mind instantly blanked: the only thought she had was that she had killed him. Her eyes widened to the extreme in panic...

At this moment, the man lying in the pool of blood on the bed moved his eyelids.

This movement made Ivy let out a sigh of relief; at least he was still alive. She grabbed the phone on the bedside cabinet and dialed 911.

Then she felt his breath, her heart in her throat, her voice trembling with anxiety.

"Hey, Mr. Pervert, you have to hold on. The ambulance is coming soon. You have to stay alive, and then we're even. As long as you survive, I'll let it go that you raped me!"

If he died, she would become a murderer. She didn't want to be a murderer!

The man stared at her intently, while clear memories of their past played out in his mind. That year, under the sycamore tree, the lilac-like girl - she left and then came back!

"Miss, don't go!" Ivy had just taken a few steps when the man's weak voice floated from behind, "I didn't..."

The voice behind her was so faint that it was almost inaudible, but it was so solemn, like a promise. It seemed like someone had said the same thing to her before, buried in the depths of her distant memory.

Ivy's heart skipped a beat, and her footsteps heading out the door came to a halt. She couldn't help but look back at the man lying in the pool of blood in the room.

She would never forget this moment: the blood-stained arms calling out to her, accompanied by the words, "Miss, don't go!"

If it weren't for the sound of the ambulance outside the window waking her up, Ivy thought she might not have the heart to leave him alone.

What was wrong with her? She was actually feeling pity for a man who had just taken her virginity and was trying to rape her again.

That man was crazy, calling her "Miss" and saying countless romantic words.

Damn! She was actually familiar with those words, as if someone had called her the same way a long time ago. If she stayed any longer, she felt like she was going to go crazy!

As the sound of the ambulance outside the window grew closer and closer, Ivy steeled herself, clenched her teeth, and ran out, no longer able to hear the affectionate calls of the man lying in the pool of blood on the bed.

Six years later...

"Mommy, if you don't get up, you'll be late for the blind date!"

After that shout, there was still no reaction from the person on the bed. Bianca Aretha's soft, steamed-bun face showed a hint of a sly smile.

Her large black eyes stared at the person on the bed, going round and round before her small body jumped onto the bed, kicking the person off the bed with one foot.

Thump...

"Ah, that hurts..."

Ivy finally opened her eyes that she had been keeping closed, "Bianca Aretha, do you have to be this violent as a girl? How are you going to get married?!"

Bianca shrugged her little shoulders, "As long as Mommy can get married, Bianca can too. Isn't inheritance supposed to be better than the original?"

Ivy: "..."

Baby, are you sure this idiom can be used like this?

Bianca ignored her complaining gaze, directly grabbing a small stool to stand on and taking a skirt she had picked out from the cabinet, throwing it to Ivy before commanding her in a grown-up tone.

"Wear this one today and don't try to play any tricks to dress like an old virgin!"

Having said that, Bianca looked at her with a contemptuous face before sitting down on the sofa nearby with her legs crossed.

The implication was that she intended to supervise her clothing choices. There was no choice; after all, every time they'd arranged for her to go on a blind date, Ivy would either dress like an ugly woman or a Buddhist nun, and both of them looked like old virgins.

It was ridiculous that a woman who had already given birth to a child would still dress like an old virgin. No way!

"Do I have to wear this one?"

Ivy, holding the skirt in her hand, looked at her little adult-looking daughter with unspeakable resentment, "Isn't this dress too revealing, baby? Can we change to something more conservative?"

As Ivy looked at the low-cut black dress in her hand, it was obvious that it was sleeveless and even had spaghetti straps instead. And it wasn't just spaghetti-strapped, it was low-cut as well, which was problematic given her large bust.

Wearing this dress wouldn't be going to a blind date; it would be going to show off her cleavage.

"Mommy, don't make excuses! Wear this one!"

Bianca Aretha's childish face had an air of authority which made her seem like the mother and Ivy like the daughter.

"Baby, can we dress more conservatively, please!"

While haggling with her daughter for a better deal, Ivy couldn't help but curse Sienna Harrison for using Bianca to force her into blind dates and corrupt her baby in the process.

The little girl seemed to be angered by these words and jumped onto the sofa, glaring at Ivy while putting her hands on her hips and speaking through gritted teeth.

"Ivy, when you had a one-night stand back then, why didn't you think about being more conservative? Isn't conversation about conservatism a little too late now?"

Ivy: "..."

She wished she hadn't told her about the one-night stand.

Bianca always asked who her father was intentionally or unintentionally, Ivy was afraid that she would be angry if she found out that she had been lied to when she grew up, so she decided to tell her that she had been taken advantage of in order to save someone during a one-night stand and ended up getting pregnant.

Ivy thought it was better to boldly admit her mistakes and try to make it up to her daughter than to keep lying to her, so she told her.

However, she never thought it would backfire now.

The offended Ivy had no choice but to obediently put on the so-called sexy little dress and prepare to go out with her things.

"Mommy, good luck! Wish you good luck. Oh, no, I should wish myself luck and that I can find my daddy soon!"

Bianca clenched her right hand into a fist and cheered, then smiled sweetly at Ivy, her soft smile instantly melting Ivy's heart.

Fortunately, she had decided to keep her in the end, so she could have such a wonderful companion now.

"Huh, you mean, you're not going today?"

Finally, Ivy realized the meaning behind her words, "You're not going to check out your future dad? What if Mommy brings a rapist back home?"

Every time they went on a blind date, Bianca would be brought along. If she didn't like the guy, the little girl would jump out and shout, "Mommy!" And that would be the end of it.