Chapter 75
Rose felt that Marc's request was inconceivable.
Want her?
What did he mean?
"Want me?" She raised her eyebrows. Looking at him, she flirted with his collar. "My brother and your sister are next door. You are so brave."
He knew that she had misunderstood his meaning.
He slowly pulled away her hands and held them. "I want you, not your body."
She didn't know how to answer.
She vaguely understood what he meant. Stunned, she shook off his hands and took a few steps back. She was covered with defense.
With folded arms, she looked at him strangely. "Stop joking. It's all games. Why are you serious?"
Lowering his head, he smiled faintly, "Yes, I'm serious."
Without speaking, she just looked at him.
After being quiet for a long time, he continued in a more serious tone, "I want to take it seriously, can't I?"
Her first reaction was to laugh.
She admitted that she had a good impression on him, but the good impression ended on the night of Miami when he had rejected her.
She was not a person with rich feelings. In the past two months, although her body would still be easily mobilized by him, but it was impossible for to take it seriously.
She shook her head with a smile. "No."
Of course, he knew that he could not persuade her so smoothly, not to mention that he refused first in Miami.
Therefore, now her reaction was within his expectation.
He also responded calmly.
"How can you know if you don't try?"
"At least..."
Leaning closer to her, he said in a low voice wrapped in a bit of ambiguity, "We are very in tune in bed."
There were many men chasing after Rose, but perhaps because of her prominent family background, education and her arrogance, she always thought those men who chased after her was not excellent enough.
She had always felt that love was the surrender of souls to each other.
Of course, this also included the body.
This was the first time that a man dared to say such a thing in front of her.
She couldn't help laughing. She smiled casually as if she was aroused by interest. "OK, then try it."
From that day on, Marc had a new plan for his life.
Through chatting with Yolanda, he gradually learned about Rose's life.
Knowing that she loved travelling, going to bars and playing extreme sports after work, he learned that she was the so-called high-end player.
She was like a fierce horse who loved galloping in her own world and didn't like to be disturbed.
Knowing that such a woman was difficult to conquer, he was ready for a long-term battle. Therefore, he refunded his ticket back to the United States and even transferred part of his work.
The more she refused him, the stronger his curiosity and conquest became.
In spring, Marc and Yolanda returned to the capital together.
While dealing with business in the United States on the same floor of Yolanda's company, he secretly entered Rose's world.
Yolanda and Aaron did not know all this.
It should be said that no one knew what Rose was doing except herself.
At first, she thought what Marc said in Darlington was just a whim. After all, there was still a country between them.
But she didn't expect that he would appear in front of her a few days later.
"Where do you want to go on your first date?" On the day of meeting, Marc asked her.
They were not children, and there was no need to hide their feelings, not to mention women like her. He knew that all tricks were useless.
He could only follow her.
Therefore, Rose smiled. "Modu, are you going?"
Modu was a well-known nightclub in Capital. In the evening, there would be a long line at the door. Countless young people love to spend time there.
Actually, he didn't like bars.
In more than a decade after he became an adult, the night with Rose was the only time he violated the bottom line.
One violation would lead to several ones as it was now.
He accompanied her to the bar, drank with her, and witnessed her playing at night.
During that time, he was always there, like the most loyal bystander around her.
He watched her indulgence in every turbulent night.
During the day, she was a senior executive in a suit, uniform or dress. At night, under the light, she was as charming as inviolable poppy.
Anyone could get close to her, but no one could get closer to her.
Including him.
This life lasted for more than a month. Rose just let him enter her world, but she never made any commitment to him.
It was he who wanted to have a try. It was he who wanted to start.
Of course, he also had the right to stop and end.
This seemed to be a beginning without a future.
But he was calm from beginning to end.
He sent her home when she was drunk, looking calmly when she teased other men.
He wanted to watch how much craziness she was to about to show him.
He would always stay calm.
Finally, the turning point of their relationship occurred on an unexpected night.
Rose was still drinking with her friends in a familiar bar, and he was still with her.
As usual, he was gentle and indifferent, accepting all her indulgence.
That night, she had a strange woman among her friends. The woman, with a broken corner of her eyes, was crying in front of Rose.
He heard that the woman was suffering from domestic violence and came to consult Rose for legal help.
Rose was very emotional, scolding her friend's husband, and comforting her at the same time.
She was so real, completely being free from the bondage of the title of a rich and powerful young lady. No matter good or bad, she always enthusiastically expressed all her ideas.
This might also be the reason why Marc loved her more after getting along with her day by day.
But this kind of love was painful.
Indeed, she was true and loved freedom, but it didn't seem to include him.
The turning point happened at one night.
The woman's husband had been following her and learned that she was going to file a legal lawsuit against him. Therefore, he vented all his anger on the spot and smashed things present. He also planned to beat Rose.
The man was 1.8 meters tall together with several men. Rose couldn't cope with it in ordinary times.
Fortunately, she was not alone that night.
Marc, who had been sitting quietly beside, strongly stopped the man who wanted to hit Rose when the situation was in chaos.
"Don't touch her." Marc said indifferently.
He didn't care about others, since he just cared about Rose.
The man was barbaric. Seeing Marc's white shirt, glasses and gentle appearance, he didn't take him seriously at all. Picking up the bottle, he wanted to teach Marc a lesson.
But he didn't know that Marc who seemed to be noble and well-dressed now was also a teenager who struggled at the underclass of New York and fought with his own knife many times.
Growing up in various circles, he had experienced a lot.
He was good at hiding his past, but it didn't mean that it didn't exist.
It didn't mean that he could let the rough and brutal man in front of him have a slight offense to the woman he loved.
Marc subdued the man with only one hand. Then he slowly took off his watch and coat. Under countless surprised eyes, he had changed from a gentle gentleman to a bloodthirsty demon in a second, and he made the man pay the price for his madness in the bloodiest way.
Marc said coldly, "I said, don't touch her."
The man's forehead was deeply stabbed by glass debris, constantly bleeding. And he was already scared out of his wits. When he repeatedly said sorry, the police also arrived in time.
Rose called the police.
When the violent man found the private room, she guessed that something would happen tonight, so she made plans earlier.
But she didn't expect that Marc, the seemingly harmless man around her, would take control of everything in a few minutes.
After Rose told the police what had happened, the police finally took the woman and her husband away.
In the chaotic room, the rest of the people lost their fun and left one after another. Finally, only Rose and Marc were left.
She was not frightened by this scene at all. On the contrary, what surprised her was the contrast of him.
She sat down on the sofa. For a moment, she smiled. "You surprised me again."
He didn't care about the surprise. What he cared about was the word.
"Again?"
He calmly sat opposite her, asking meaningfully, "So I've surprised you before."
She didn't deny it. Looking at him, she smiled.
In a few seconds, she leaned over and kissed him.
Her behavior was active and enthusiastic.
The passion of two months ago rekindled on this night. She seemed to know a new him. He was not only good-looking, but also...
She locked the private room.
They released their desire again in the chaos, absorbing each other's bodies warmly and telling their feelings to each other.
The wine that stayed on the glass fragments seemed to be wrapped in the fragrant taste, devouring all the air in the box.
It was an extremely passionate experience.
It was also the beginning of their choice to chase after each other.
For a long time after that night, they were both very happy.
Like all couples, they would have dinner together after work, go to the movies hand in hand, kiss where no one sees, travel together secretly, and sleep with each other in the foggy room on rainy days.
Rose admitted that she had great pleasure in him, both mentally and physically.
She began to reduce the number of times she went to the bar. More often, she was willing to be with him and enjoy the changes and happiness he brought to her.
Even Marc thought that he and Rose would go on like this until he felt stable and gave her a home.
He thought he could marry Rose and his sister would marry Aaron. Therefore, the Jensen's and the Walter's would completely become relatives by marriage.
But somehow, the development of things was always beyond his expectation.
Just like their meeting and reunion, life was full of variables and accidents.
After the underground relationship lasted for more than two months, Rose had to go on a week's errand because of official business.
After coming back, they missed each other more. It happened that Yolanda was not at home that day. Marc didn't want to take Rose to the hotel every time, so he took her home.
The two people no longer hid their longing and missing for each other since they entered the door.
They kissed and hugged, expressing their love in the most direct way.
However, they didn't expect that Yolanda came back in advance.
Even Aaron was there.
Their underground relationship was revealed.
At the moment when Aaron saw her, Rose was a little embarrassed, but Marc looked calm and didn't care at all.
Aaron was bossy, and he seemed to have some disagreement with Marc. The two had a subtle conflict at that time. When comforting both sides, Rose got to know that her brother also had an affair with Yolanda.
Because of this, Yolanda was taken away from Marc's residence by Aaron.
Then, the apartment had completely become the world of Marc and Rose.
He thought that the full integration of life would pull him and her closer and tighter, but he didn't expect that this was the beginning of their estrangement.
One morning, when they were kissing, Rose suddenly felt nausea and began to vomit.
Stroking her chest, she suppressed nausea again and again, and pushed Wen Qingyou away. "Let's pause. It's a little uncomfortable."
Marc looked at her, suddenly remembering something with a frown. "Aren't you supposed to have menstruation these days?"
She nodded. "Yes, but I'm not menstruating."
He naturally thought of the greatest possibility. "Is she pregnant?"
There were several times when they were not using contraception, since Rose said that it was a safety period.
She glanced at him. "How can it be?"
"Why is it impossible?" Marc began to dress. "I'll take you to the hospital to see if you are pregnant..."
"I won't be pregnant." Before he finished speaking, Rose directly interrupted him, "I'll choose to abort it when it happens."
He was speechless.
Her simplicity and decisiveness were somewhat unacceptable to him. "Abort?"
"Yes." She turned to look at him. Narrowing her eyes, she laughed indifferently. "Do you think I'm the kind of woman who would like to take care of children at home?"
He was stunned by her words for a long time and didn't know what to say.
For several minutes, he felt that what he held in his hands was slowly losing.
Or, he never caught it.
His voice sounded a little hoarse, "Rose, have you ever thought of having a home with me?"
Glancing at him, she looked away for a moment. Lowering her head, she said with a smile, "Aren't we good now?"
This was the first time they had talked about this topic after countless happy days.
Marriage and family.
He didn't understand what she meant, or he understood it, but he still wanted to hear it more directly.
He asked her, "Just now?"
She asked, "What's the matter?"
"Yolanda will marry your brother and they will have a family."
She replied, "that's them, not us."
"You don't want to get married?"
She was silent for a long time.
Getting up from bed, she dressed indifferently. "No."
She was a celibatarian long ago.
When studying in the United States, she worked as a public welfare lawyer in the local women's association. At that time, she met too many sad marriages, women injured by marriage and helpless results of the cases.
Her independent personality had long made her unswervingly choose not to marry.
She could have love.
But she didn't need marriage.
Love didn't need the restraint of a relationship to prove.
Everyone should be an independent individual.
Getting married and pregnant were not the tasks that every woman must complete in her life.
She didn't want to be the wife or mother.
She just wanted to be herself.
Their conversation ended unhappily.
She also found an excuse to leave the apartment.
There was an invisible wound between them.
That was a distance that couldn't be crossed.
Marc, like Yolanda, had a divorced family and a lack of feelings since childhood. He worked hard. The ultimate ideal of life was to have a home of his own in order to make up for his childhood and his regret for perfection.
He longed for a family, his lover and his children.
But this was completely contrary to her view.
After that day, although they tried to pretend that nothing had happened, some things were changing subtly after all.
He also wanted to live with her as if nothing had happened.
At least, she was still around him.
But maybe God wanted them to face it.
One day, he found a pregnancy test stick in the garbage can of the toilet.
The red bar in the display grid was wet by the liquid, and the final result could not be seen clearly. Only a faint red could been seen.
At that time, it was a week since their unhappy conversation. That was to say, this week, Rose was still not menstruating.
Otherwise, she wouldn't do this test for no reason.
He immediately called her, and the phone rang several times. But it was a man who was answering the phone.
There was noisy music around, and he knew where she was as soon as he heard it.
"Who is looking for Rose?"
Marc was patient. "I'm her boyfriend. Tell her to answer the phone."
He didn't now what she said on the phone. The man suddenly replied with a smile, "Who are you? She said she didn't have any boyfriend. Don't talk nonsense about it."
Marc was completely impatient when he was trying to restrain himself.
After he hung up the phone, he took the key of the car directly, looking for her one by one from the bars that she liked to go most.
When he found the third bar, he finally saw her in a booth.
She was surrounded by many people.
It seemed that she had returned to the previous world, indulging in the entertainment.
Across the noisy crowd, Marc looked at her from a distance. At that moment, he knew that once something was revealed, their relationship might not go back.
He just didn't want to give up.
He walked up to her and called her name in front of the crowd, "Rose."
She looked back with a smile, as if he was also one of her playmates. "You are here."
She even poured him a glass of wine. "Sit down."
He didn't want to see them escaping from each other, so he dragged her out of the bar.
"I have something to ask you."
She touched her wrists that were pinched. "Why not talk about it inside?"
He took out the pregnancy test stick. "Aren't you going to tell me the result?"
Her eyes moved slightly, but she was soon calm.
"Is there any difference in the result?"
"Just tell me."He restrained his anger. "What do you mean?"
She turned her head as the wind blew on her face. She smiled gently. "The result is not important. I said that even if I am pregnant, I will choose abortion."
He couldn't help it any longer. With his eyes turning red, he put his hands around her shoulders. "Do you know what you're talking about?"
"Of course I know." Her eyes suddenly became very cold. "It's you who don't know."
She suddenly smiled and lifted her long hair, laughing indifferently. "Just for fun. Why do you take it so seriously?"
At that moment, the wind seemed to stop flowing, and the air fell into a dead silence.
He could hear the sound of blood vessels being cut down, and the scalding blood was surging uncontrollably in the body, slowly frozen.
Also, his whole heart was frozen.
For a long time, he slowly released his hand.
He didn't say anything.
He retreated bit by bit until at last, turning resolutely.