She only remembered that under the dim streetlights, Harold held her tightly in his arms and comforted her softly, “You are not alone. I will protect you in the future.”
He took off an exquisite whistle and put it around her neck.
“Blow it and I will be there at any time. Whatever you want.”
Many years later, Beatrice knew that this whistle was a relic of Harold’s deceased mother.
This whistle brought a tacit understanding between Beatrice and him.
Since then, she had become Harold’s favorite.
She was afraid that it would fly away if she held it in her hand and that it would melt if she held it in her mouth.
She knew that as long as she blew it, Harold would be there.
When he was twelve years old, he dragged his sick body to beat the gangsters who surrounded her with bad intentions to death.
When he was fifteen years old, he went to the nearest supermarket with a red face to buy her sanitary napkins.
When he was sixteen years old, he tore up the love letter written by the school grass to her with a sullen face, trapped the little girl in the corner and warned her not to fall in love too early.
When he was seventeen years old, he took charge of the Dolton Group, but still gave up the order of 1 million dollars and patiently took her home after a hangover in the bar.
That night, Beatrice expressed her feelings to him under the influence of alcohol and kissed him boldly.
Harold pushed her away as if he had been electrocuted, his voice as cold as frost.
“What are you doing? You are not even an adult yet. Who did you learn to kiss from!”
He pinched the girl’s chin fiercely and said the most chilling words, “Want to sleep with me, huh? Don’t you even consider whether you are qualified enough!”
He threw the girl into the bathtub with a cold face to sober up.
Heartbroken, she hugged him and shouted aggrievedly, “Harold, you obviously like me and have feelings for me. Why don’t you want to face your true feelings?”
Harold suppressed his emotions and pinched her chin. “How many times have I told you that you are still young and you should call me big brother?”
The girl bit her mouth tightly and was frightened into silence.
But his face became darker and darker and he began to remain silent.
In the end, he didn’t even give her a look and slammed the door and left.
The next day, there was a scandal with a popular movie star.
That night, Beatrice curled up in the cold bathtub for a long time, until the early morning when she finally figured it out and smiled.
Harold thought she was too young.
She looked forward to the days ahead, day and night.
On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, she received a gift from Harold, a pair of exquisite high heels and the fire in her heart that had been extinguished for a long time was rekindled.
Beatrice dressed up and waited for his arrival with joy.
She couldn’t wait to get an answer from him. “Harold, I’m an adult. I should be qualified to fall in love with you!”
But who knew that her heart would be broken before she said it.
This time, Harold rejected her with his actions.
That night, she saw him appear with Viola, who was younger than her and blocked her in the corner and kissed her.
At this moment, Beatrice finally didn’t want to deceive herself anymore.
She pressed her chest hard and gasped, tears falling in big drops.
Even though there were always women around him, Beatrice was only willing to believe that he was cold and never cared about anyone.
Now she had given up, admitting that she had always been just a whim of his.
Harold had never loved her.
So, she was ready to let go completely.
In front of the camera, Harold and Viola held hands tightly, their eyes affectionate and passionate.
Beatrice pursed her chapped lips and this longing for unattainable love deeply hurt her.
Just the day before yesterday, Harold was photographed going in and out of the hotel with Viola to buy gifts for the elders, suspected to be preparing to meet the parents.
