Chapter 50: Returning Home

It was raining quietly outside, every drop burdened with pain. I leaned against the chair and watched Steven examining his watch again and again. He intended to speak but didn't.

Swan Lake! What a beautiful fairy tale. But it was only to excite little girls who expected great love. There was no cruel devil or prince in this world. There was no pretty and kind swan princess! Only reality!

At nine o 'clock, finally, I made a decision. I had planned the revenge for years, now I could not wait any longer, nor did I have the strength to continue that conflict mixed with love and hatred. That night, it would be over. The end of love and hatred!

I asked Steven to wait for me in the car, then I went to the supermarket alone to buy the sharpest knife in the store. I also called Lisa to chat for nearly an hour.

She told me: "For Jonathan, the kind of man who has experienced countless women, women are boring and tasteless like water. While you are different, like a cup of tea full of lingering charm and fragrance. It depends on the taste whether it suits him.

"For the first time, you must perform well! Let him realize you are a cup of lemon tea, which has a tantalizing fragrance to enjoy, refreshing to taste, but a bittersweet aftertaste to recollect. " Those were her words.

I went over every step she taught me carefully until I remembered it by heart.

Firstly, start with sentimental words. Secondly, kiss him actively. Thirdly, help him undress. She said that I should take off his clothes gently and slowly, caressing his body. Fourth, respond to his actions.

She said that men didn't like women lying stiff in bed, like corpses. One trick was the man's favorite position, a woman sitting on his body. Then, the woman should call his name and speak affectionately to him.

At ten o 'clock, Steven drove into the yard and opened the door to help me get out.

"Desiree, I will just let you out here," he said.

"I'm sorry!" I said, "I have never loved you, and I just regard you as my elder brother. No matter what happens, do not feel sorry for me. You will meet someone else in the future!"

"I know, but I'll pick you up tomorrow!" he said. I watched him drive away, his car fading out of my sight.

The rain poured heavily, and I was soaked. "Today, he said no words about the call, and I forgot to ask," I thought. Until then, I realized the reason, he was to confirm the person I loved!

I took a deep breath when the car was out of sight. Wiping the rain off my face, I walked inside. Compared to the deep darkness outside, the brightness of the crystal lamp in the living room dazzled my eyes!

Jonathan, folding his arms, leaned against the wall by the door. He was wearing a white nightgown as if he had just bathed. His dripping hair was a little messy and I could smell a hint of spearmint, which seemed sexy and refreshing.

My heart is beating out of rhythm, "Why are you only back now? his voice showed distinct displeasure. I clasped my fingers to seize my bag. I could have thrown it on the ground at any time if I didn't hold it tight.

After he had looked at my red and swollen eyes, the fire in his anger died away to a dim sparkle, like a star in the mist: "Have you been abandoned again?" he asked.

I dared not to look into his eyes again when looking down, I saw the broken mobile phone on the ground. My bag became heavier and heavier. Compared with the storm outside, the room was so quiet that I could hear his faint sigh, "It's late. Take a bath and go to bed early."