Lily(1)

That woman ruined my family. So, to take revenge, I deliberately approached her brother.

I lived in his house and tried hard to lure him. But he was so calm that he had never been disturbed.

I could not help but sneer at him as I felt deeply depressed.

However, after a long time, I cried. "I was a child at that time and was too naive."

He responded slowly but his eyes were full of aggressivity. "You should pay for what you said, whether you were a little girl or not."

1

To get close to Jacob Cotton, I appointed a coincidence.

At the bar entrance, where colorful lights flashed, I fell in front of his car with my snowy neck and arms covered by wounds.

Two testy men chased after me, and before they could finally catch me up, I pitifully asked for help from the man in the car.

"Please, take me home."

As the bright car light suddenly cast, I subconsciously closed my eyes. The man's cool voice came after. "Come."

I lowered my head and smiled secretly when my hair fluttered down and covered my face. Soon, I got in the car and sat at the copilot.

He turned his head and looked at me indifferently. "You want me to call the police?"

"No, thanks." I held my shoulders and curled up in the leather seat. Trembling, I said, "If they were arrested, they must take revenge on me when they come out."

He bent his good-looking fingers slightly and tapped on the steering wheel as if impatient. "Tell me your address. I'll send you home."

I stopped sobbing for a while.

"My parents are dead. I have no home." I looked at him carefully. "May I stay in your house, just for one night?"

After a moment of silence, he nodded indifferently and said, "Fasten your seatbelt."

On the way to Jacob's house, I leaned against the window and stole a glance at him secretly.

Under the tempting light from the car roof, his face, which was already apparent in the figure, became more smooth and charming. The corners of his eyes were spidery and always raised up, which made him appear gentle and full of emotions. However, he became cold and distant when he paid attention to work.

I was so attracted when looking at him that I lost my mind momentarily.

The first time I saw him was at the birthday party of his sister, Zoila Cotton.

Zoila was my expectant stepmother, a bitch who once was my father's mistress. And her five-year-old daughter was my half-sister.

I lied to Jacob. My mother died of illness, but my father is still alive.

Furthermore, he wanted to marry Zoila, the mistress, formally. They would become a couple that was not agreed upon by the whole world.

My father smoked that night and tried to convince me in an emotional tone, "Lindsay, forgive me. Your mum has been gone for two years, and I'm old. I need company and care."

I looked at him indifferently. "Ridiculous! How could Wendy be five-year-old since my mother just passed away two years ago?"

The lie was exposed to me. He was so embarrassed that he stood up suddenly, pointed at me, and cursed, "I feed you. Who do you think is the host of this home?"

In my father's heart, only Zoila and Wendy were his family members. As for me, I was just a stranger.

On the date, which was Zoila's birthday last month, my father ignored me and held a great party for her.

When I disguised myself and sneaked in, I happened to see my father and Zoila holding a glass of wine, respectively, and gazed at the man in front of them with flattering eyes.

The man was tall and handsome. The suit on his body was appropriately tailored which made him more attractive. While he was talking, he cast a glance at me, full of aggressiveness.

Originally, I thought that he was an important client of my father, but when he emerged from the private room without any expression, Zoila chased after him.

I knew from their conversation that he was Zoila's brother, Jacob, who was six years younger than Zoila.

"Jacob!" I did not know what he said, but Zoila was so angry that she said loudly, "I am your sister!"

The man had already been out of the room, but he stopped when hearing what she said and turned to her with irony in his bright eyes. "My sister? Do you deserve to call yourself that?"

As he walked towards the door, I lowered the brim of my baseball cap and deliberately collided with him.

"Pardon me."

A cold and distant voice sounded. I turned my head and saw a mole on his neck, which was tempting, set off by his white skin.

Desire and revenge burst simultaneously in my heart, and I made up my mind at that moment.

Jacob did not care if I responded and continued walking outside.

As soon as he left, I opened the private room door and strode in. To my father and Zoila's surprise, I swept all the bowls and dishes on the table to the ground,

"Lindsay Abbott!"

In the chaos, my father rushed over angrily and was going to beat me. I took a big step back and dodged nimbly.

When he wanted to try again to beat me, the relatives beside him stopped him. He had no choice but to roar there.

"Get out of this house!"

I held the door handle and looked at him with a smile. "It's not done. Take it easy. There will be a big surprise for you, both of you. Let's see."

"Here we are."

I was suddenly pulled back from memory.

I quickly adjusted my expression and pretended to be pitiful. Following him out of the car, we took the elevator and finally arrived at the 32nd floor.

The house he lived in was a spacious flat, simply decorated. I sat on a gray sofa and saw Jacob enter the room, and soon he took out a first-aid kit and squatted in front of me,

I hurt badly when I fell down in front of his car. My knees were bleeding, and some sand was embedded in my flesh.

"Ouch!" I complained in a low voice. "It hurts."

"Be quiet."

He said and helped me clean the sand in the wound with the tweezers. Finally, he used Iodophor to disinfect the wounds.

He was gentle and so careful when doing these. Long eyelashes covered his eyes, and the dense shadow dimmed his cold face, which made him more charming.

I could not help but ask him, "Have you ever done this for others before?"

He looked up at me and put away the first-aid kit. "You are the only one."

I suddenly became slightly happy, looked at him, and blinked. "That's my honor! But, excuse me, where will I sleep? Will I sleep with you?"

Jacob ignored my flirtation and calmly led me to the secondary bedroom next to the study.

"You stay here tonight. And remember, knock on the door before you look for me."

He was about to leave, but I stopped him again. "Please, I do not know your name."

Leaning against the wall, he lowered his head slightly and looked at me. "Jacob Cotton."

Of course I had known it long time ago. But this name became more meaningful when he told me by himself in his nice voice.

I smiled and suddenly stepped forward as my nose almost hit his chest.

"Jacob, and you should remember my name too." I gazed at him. "I'm Lily Abbott."

2

I lived in Jacob's house for three days.

Firstly, he was going to send me away on the second day. But I held my knees, burst into tears pitifully, and made up a story of my miserable life.

Parents died, the property was plundered, working hard for the college, and being isolated by the roommates.

Jacob listened to my story without saying a word. His eyes were dark as if he could see the truth.

I was a little different under his gaze and subconsciously lowered my head to avoid his eyesight, and my voice became lower and lower.

After moments of silence, he finally stood up and said, "I see. You can stay here for the night."

And he gave me a spare key to go out for dinner during the day.

During this period, I returned to the college when he was at work and took some articles to Jacob's house.

When I left the college, my roommate casually asked me if I would go home.

Home?

Did I have a home any longer?

I bit my lips and sneered. "No. I'm going to live with one of my relatives for a few days."

In the evening, When Jacob was dealing with his work in the study, I pretended to send him water and pushed the door open. But before I could reach him, I slipped and fell down on the ground. The glass I took was also broken.

"Ouch."

I cried for pain. Jacob immediately stood up and came to me. "Are you ok?"

"No." I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "It hurts. I can't stand up."

Jacob sighed, then bent down and directly reached out to pick me up.

"How could you fall down while walking? So delicate. No wonder you were named Lily." He walked to the bed and put me down. "You don't have to help me do these. I can do it myself."

Just as he was about to get up and leave, I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked at him with an ambiguous gaze.

Jacob obviously understood my hint, but he refused it without hesitation. "Lily, do not think of this. I let you stay not because of this."

But I stay because of this.

Before coming in, I even changed into a beautiful dress and wore perfume behind my ear. I had prepared a lot.

I did not give up and got close to him, almost reaching his ear. "I'm not a child. Jacob, I've been an adult for a long time."

"Lily!"

He reprimanded me and looked at me coldly.

We kept silent for a while.

It was a little embarrassing for me to be rejected as I actively intimated to him when I was about to say something, the doorbell rang.

Jacob returned to his usual calmness. He glanced at me and said indifferently. "Let me go."

He seemed to be annoyed.

I loosed my hands and saw him go out and close the door of the study.

Then the door outside opened, and his cold voice sounded. "What are you coming for?"

I quickly ran over barefoot. I saw Zoila's familiar face through the crack in the half-closed door. "Why are you so nervous? Is someone there in your house?"

She glanced over where I stood, and I subconsciously took a step back. As a result, my ankle hit the plant behind me, making a small sound.

Zoila was stunned for an instant. "You really brought someone home?"

She was about to walk over. I panicked momentarily and was about to find a hiding place when Jacob reached out and stopped her.

"I raised a cat." He turned around and glanced at this half-closed door of the study. "A wild little cat, not too long, and it is afraid of the stranger."

"Okay."

As he said, Zoila ignored this room any longer but suddenly said, "Jacob, you should help me this time. If my husband's company could not survive, I will suffer a lot, as well as your nephew."

My father's company?

I moved forward to hear what they said more clearly.

"Your husband?"

Ironically, Jacob said in a cold voice as usual, " Zoila, You have not realized the reality yet."

He was very tall and strong. As his beautiful muscle could be seen even if it was covered by his daily cloth, he did not look like an old man nearly thirty years old.

When he looked down at Zoila, he was calm in his facial expression, which made him a little aggressive.

"Jacob, no matter what happened, I am your sister, and Wendy is your nephew."

As Zoila said pitifully, she held his sleeve. "Help me, please."

She moved seductively, and there was an ambiguous feeling in her eyes which should not appear between sister and brother.

I was stunned for a second. Leaning against the door, I continued watching them. Jacob looked down at his watch and was about to remove Zoila. "I'll give you one minute. Leave, or I will call the guard."

When Zoila left, I walked out and stared at Jacob near the wall.

He turned to look at me. Before I spoke a word, he said lightly. "How do you feel with your leg."

I froze and then remembered that I had just pretended to fall down and break my leg ten minutes ago.

"I..." I tried to explain. "I'm just..."

But Jacob did not plan to listen to my explanation. "Get back to your room. I have work to do."

He walked to the study while saying that. The moment he passed by me, I plucked up my courage, grabbed his wrist, and looked up at him. "Who is she."

"Who?"

"The woman just looking for you. Is that your sister?"

Jacob turned to me and gradually became upset.

For an instant, I could not figure out what was in his mind now. I could only hear his cold voice. "You can think so."

The skin of his wrist touched by my fingers was warm, and I could almost feel his pulse. I could not help rubbing slightly, and I saw his ear become red for an instant.

Then, he abruptly withdrew his hand.

"Lily." Jacob lowered his voice as a warning. "You are still a little girl. Don't think about this all day long."

I blinked and looked at him innocently. "What am I thinking? Please, I just accidentally touched you. Don't misunderstand me."

Jacob looked at me. After a while, he suddenly smiled and bent down, getting close to my face.

I was so nervous and expectant that I closed my eyes subconsciously.

But he stopped ambiguously at the place so close to me and did not take another step.

I slowly opened my eyes and met Jacob's beautiful eyes.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he slowly asked me, "Are you looking forward to it, Lily?"

Instantly, I felt shy and annoyed, and I kissed him without hesitation.

A light scent of mint spread immediately.

Then I stepped back, pretended to be calm, and looked at him. "Yes, I am looking forward, so I will be active."

After that, I turned around and returned to the room before he responded.

After locking the door, I leaned against the door. I could almost clearly hear my rapid heartbeat in the silence, and my cheeks were as hot as burning.

I slept poorly that night because I dreamed of that sudden kiss.

I wore two dark circles the next morning and found that Jacob also looked tired.

I glanced at him and tentatively asked. "Jacob, you did not sleep well last night, right?"

"Yes, I worked late last night."

He simply answered and put the baked butter bread on the dish in front of me. "Take the breakfast. I will send you to the college."