Junior Boyfriend Paying Off His Debt To Me

5

Wallace finally came up with an excuse. He squatted down in front of me, raised his head, and looked aggrieved.

"Helena, I really didn't expect to hurt you when I broke up with you then. I was inconsiderate, but I did it for your own good."

"At that time, you had so many things to deal with at home and had to worry about our future. I was worried that you would be under too much pressure."

"And how can you say that I pursued you for an internship? It's too hurtful! I truly loved you in all those years."

His tone was sincere, but the more sincere he was, the more disgusted I felt.

I lowered my head to look at Wallace and sigh silently.

When we were at school, he was handsome and eloquent, which attracted a lot of girls. But now, his cheekbones were getting higher and higher, his eyes looked dodgy, and his temperament was cunning.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that at all. He still considered himself to be the popular boy at school.

Then, he reached out to hold my hand on the table.

Slap!

Carl slapped his hand away. "Don't touch her."

Slap!

I kicked him to the ground. "Don't touch me!"

"Helena, you...!" Wallace couldn't believe that his confession of his love to me would end like this and was so mad that his lips were trembling.

"Me? Oh yes, I'm no longer the Helena Johnson that would be moved by your simple words."

"The Helena Johnson you see now has worked hard for five years and built her own company. I made you remove me from your contact blacklist because of how good I've become."

I took a tissue and wiped the tip of my shoe before saying slowly, "This is the Helena Johnson that you are begging to get back together, the one that despises you."

This was what I had been wanting to say when I received Wallace's message for the first time.

Now that I had finally said it out loud. It was stupid but I felt so good!

Only those who had stepped into the mud knew how much malice one had to endure to get back up. I endured countless silent roars in the face, all for the sake of one day being able to stand in front of others and say lightly, "I'm back."

Now, it was Wallace's turn to get up.

Sadly, it was nowhere elegant. His face and neck were flushed red, and he glared at me with red eyes.

"Helena Johnson, who do you think you are? Do you still think that you're the princess of a rich family?" He said wryly.

"How did you get your company? I heard that an old man gave you the money. Isn't he old enough to be your father?"

Then, he pointed at Carl with a vicious look.

"Is this toy boy really your boyfriend? Why have you never mentioned him? Are you embarrassed to admit that he only likes you for your money? Haha!"

I glanced at Carl, lowered my gaze, and took a sip of my tea with a chuckle.

"Ah, I really can't refute that."

Carl indeed looked fine as a toy, and it was also true that I had tricked him with money.

While I was thinking, Wallace suddenly screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Carl had taken hold of the finger that was pointing at him and was bending it the other way.

When Wallace turned and was about to pull his finger free, Carl kicked him hard in the chest.

"Listen up. I like Helena for who she is," said Carl.

Hiss... I was burnt by the tea.

6

Back in the car, Carl was still panting.

Looking at me, he opened his mouth and was about to say something.

My heart was in my throat, and I cut him off. "I know! You want to ask me about your sentence, right?"

"You performed outstandingly. It can offset... 3 months of your sentence. Congratulations, there are only 7 months left in our contract."

Carl nodded and opened his mouth to say something again.

I cut him off again.

"I know! You want to ask me if Wallace would call the police for being beaten so badly, right?"

"Don't worry, he wouldn't. It's too embarrassing for him to be beaten while trying to get back together with an ex-girlfriend. Besides, he doesn't dare to offend me easily now."

Carl nodded and opened his mouth a third time.

I cut him off again and continued.

"I know! You want to ask me about my company, right?"

"That is a relative of mine. He invested in my business as a partner, and I give him a share of the money I make. It's normal business cooperation. We don't have that kind of a relationship."

Carl nodded and smiled suddenly. He raised a hand to cover my mouth.

"Helena, don't be nervous. Let me speak."

"I... I'm not nervous. I'm not nervous at all."

Carl stared into my eyes, as though wanting to engrave every word he said in my mind. "Helena, he shouldn't have said all those horrible things about you.

"You are great. You have always been great and strong. Got it?"

As if bewitched, I nodded and felt a lump in my throat.

For so many years, I thought I had matured well enough and become a sophisticated socialite. Even if I was slandered by Wallace just now in the face, I was still able to remain civilized and calm. On the contrary, I wanted to laugh.

But now, Carl's words had broken down my defense. I was such a loser.

Carl opened his arms and was going to hold me in his arms.

This was too embarrassing!

I reached out to push him away. "Hey, kiddo! What are you doing? I'm older than you!"

Carl took his arms back awkwardly and mumbled something in my ear.

His voice was vague and inaudible. Just as I was about to ask him, my cell phone rang. It was a client.

By the time the call was over, I felt like my face had frozen from smiling.

However, it was not over yet. The client had invited me to dinner.

I turned and said to Carl, "Go back to school. Your mission today has been completed."

But he frowned slightly and just stared at me without moving.

I pinched my eyebrow bone and said, "I'm going to see a client now. Kiddo, it's inappropriate for you."

"Why is it inappropriate? What are you doing? Gambling? Fighting?" He questioned coldly, with a hint of criticism in his eyes.

I quickly covered his mouth. "What are you talking about? Keep talking and you'll put us in the police station."

"It's just a normal business negotiation. It's just that..."

However, since I was going to meet a client, I had to keep a low profile and flatter him.

I didn't want Carl to see me in an awkward situation twice in just a day! It was very embarrassing.

Carl refused to listen.

He fastened his seat belt consciously and looked ahead expressionlessly.

"Let's go. I'll drink for you."

Hang on. Why was he bossing me around when he was the one in debt?