Chapter 16: Very Similar to Dating

Because Brian's criticisms were completely true, I could only bow my head, not daring to look at his face.

Isn't he busy in a meeting? Did he preside over the meeting at the speed of light? Right now, I feel so small and stupid.

“Let's go.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, his big and warm hand was entwined with mine. I didn't have time to react and regain my composure, so I just followed him like a sleepwalker.

I faintly heard the admiring voices praising his excellent appearance and my luck because I caught a handsome guy from head to toe, and wholeheartedly took care of his girlfriend.

Yes, I admit that in public and in private, this guy is like two different people.

If I agreed to be Brian's girlfriend, I would probably drag him out on the street all day, not daring to let him stay at home. That way, I won't have to be angry because of his bad words and actions.

We walked down the hallway and turned into the Department of Gastroenterology. Brian pulled my hand to the waiting bench and sat down.

I looked at people waiting like me, a mother taking her daughter to the doctor, an aging couple together and a couple of lovers, and two girlfriends.

If Brian didn't come, I would be the only one who felt lonely on this bench. He seemed to have no time to roll his eyes around like me and he certainly couldn't know at this moment, I was very touched and secretly thanked him very much.

His handsome face with a straight high nose bridge, eyes when happy are like the stars in the sky, when angry they are like the bottom of an abyss, and thin lips are still focused on the phone screen.

Occasionally, his two thumbs would move continuously, rhythmically on the keyboard.

I guess he was dealing with work, or maybe he was texting with Hellen or some other girl.

Should I be happy that he gives me a little corner of his heart?

After half an hour, it was my turn to enter the clinic. After performing a physical exam on me, the doctor asked me to carry out testing methods.

It took me more than an hour to walk around in the hospital before I could hold the medical examination results in my hand.

The diagnosis showed that I had HP bacteria. After listening to the doctor's advice, Brian took me to the pharmacy.

I don't have to do anything, just follow him, let him give the prescription to the pharmacist himself, buy, and pay.

Anyway, the payments from the moment I stepped foot into the hospital were all paid by him, so even if he paid for my medicine, it wouldn't be a big deal.

I already received the diamond ring from him, if I ask to pay for the medicine myself now, I'm like a fake living person.

Besides, I know he won't let me pay, if he glares, frowns, or gnashes his teeth, it'll make things even more complicated. For him, that amount is too small.

“You're hungry, aren't you?” He turned to me and asked softly.

I didn't answer, just nodded. Because I know that I can't eat if I check my stomach, so I don't eat breakfast. My stomach is now hungry, and gurgling, my eyes are blurred, and I feel like I'm flying.

“Wait a minute, you have to wait half an hour before you can eat.” He said as he turned the car around, left the parking lot, and drove to the main road.

It's my first time having a colonoscopy and I hope it's the last. The feeling of discomfort made me almost want to die, I couldn't vomit and couldn't even swallow.

If I had a wish to choose between health and money, I would choose health. But if I choose between good health and a husband who is rich, warm and truly loves me, I will think again.

This crazy thought comes from the fact that next to me is Brian in public.

Gosh, I didn't know before that geography would affect a person's personality.

The car went straight to the park and then stopped. I followed his footsteps along the long paved streets hiding under the green leaves.

The cold, humid weather of winter makes the scene also gloomy. Sometimes, the wind accidentally hits me, making me shiver even though I'm wearing a jacket.

The weather here is a bit funny, I only feel cold when Christmas is near, early winter and mid-winter are not cold at all, and some days are still hot.

“I'm sorry.”

My ears which were about to close to block the wind suddenly stood up because I thought I heard wrong.

Brian apologizes to me. What's the reason? Didn't he just show up at the hospital and give me a big favor? I haven't even opened my mouth to thank him yet.

“I know I shouldn't say that you sold yourself for money. But I've already said that. I'm sorry.”

Turns out he was talking about what happened on the rooftop. If he didn't mention it, I'd have forgotten about it because that day I scolded him heavily, vented my anger, so I didn't have much resentment and didn't let it hover in my head.

I only remember his fierce kiss, his bleeding big toe, and his creepy laugh.

“I've already forgotten.” I smiled softly and replied.

When we reached the lakeshore, the two of us stopped to enjoy the view.

I feel good when I see fat white and black pigeons flapping their wings and I know this feeling is partly because of the minty scent of the man next to me.

If he were a baby, I would hug him and take a breather. But he's older than me, and he has goat blood in him. Who dares? However, this moment is very much like we are dating.

“In the future, if you feel that your body is not good, you must go to the doctor right away. If your stomach is not treated in time, it will turn to cancer, no joke. You don't seem to care about yourself, do you?”

Hearing him say that, I immediately turned to look. He was closing his eyes, facing the sky. His jet-black hair was messy in the wind.

Oh my gosh, this charm, romance mixed with erudition must be only he possesses.

It's not fair. I've been psychologically manipulated by him again, my heart jumps jubilantly in my chest, and my eyes cannot leave this beautiful image.

“Right.” I answered.

“Right?” Brian opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me.

“Right.”

“Are you imitating the way I talk?” He grimaced, his face showing displeasure.

“No.”

I burst out laughing before I could turn away. Then I don't understand why I keep smiling, I can't close my mouth.

I don't know if it's a side effect of the endoscopy. I just know that if I don't laugh all at once, I will laugh all day when I remember this moment.

“Let's go.” He put his hands in his pockets, leisurely turned his back, and walked away.

“Go home, right?” I asked hastily.

“Restaurant. Having lunch.”

Brian's legs are too long, he took two steps, I had to take three steps to be equal, and he walks very fast. I kept running after him like a daughter running after her father if someone looked at me from behind because he was very tall and I was less than one meter and sixty centimeters.

“Where do you want to eat?” Brian asked while fastening his seat belt.

“Which restaurant is the most expensive… the most… the most…”

My voice became lower and I was silent because Brian suddenly looked at me with strange eyes.

Damn, because he often teases me, I am more or less infected with that bad habit, but I don't want to ask for anything.

Maybe in the future, I will imitate him, holding two handsome guys with both hands.

I can eat anywhere, sidewalk restaurants, alley restaurants, anywhere, as long as it suits my taste and budget.

“I mean… that's where a lot of people eat. According to folk experience, where there are many people to eat, there is a good place. I mean they sell to that many customers, many people, not expensive.”

I tried to use all the words that popped into my head to explain. Brian's attitude made me sure he was thinking that I wanted to go to a luxurious place, sitting on an expensive wooden chair and shaking my thighs.

However, it seems that all I guessed was wrong because only a few seconds later, he suddenly laughed, and laughed very loudly, without hesitation.

“Lady, you are going with the rich in the top ten of this beautiful country. It's okay if you set a little high demand.”

“Really? Not the top three?” I smiled wryly and asked softly.

“Will be back in the top three soon.”

He replied as he turned the steering wheel. The car left the park, straight to La Brasserie restaurant located in District 1. Speaking of District 1, I know that everything here is expensive.

I was engrossed in watching the tall, blond, white-skinned foreign guys in shorts and T-shirts smiling and talking happily, walking on the sidewalk.

“The person next to you is more handsome than them. Why don't you look?”

I thought Brian was too busy driving so he didn't notice, but he realized that I was engrossed in looking at men.

It's not that I like foreign men, it's just that they stand out so they attract my eyes.

I like the beauty. If I see beautiful girls, I like them too, I also look at them. I really like the fragile yet strong beauty of his girlfriend, supermodel Hellen.

“Because I look at you all the time, I'm bored of you. I like novelty things.” I made fun of him because I realized that his way of talking was almost similar to Brian's when he was at home.

As soon as the words finished, the car suddenly accelerated, leaving the handsome guys far behind.

I shouldn't have made fun of this guy. At least things that concern other men.

Yes, he apologized to me about him saying I sold my body for money but he didn't apologize to me about him saying that I lacked the man's breath so I went to look for them.

Perhaps Brian has always been selfish, wants to manage me, and still thinks it's right for him to forbid me from contacting and getting to know men.

What right do you have to do that, Brian? Are you my husband? Or my lover? We've only had sex together once and you want to tie my life to you?

“Aren't you going to get off the car?” Brian's head suddenly popped into the car, making me almost faint.