Chapter 8 Don't Be Too Docile
Natalie froze suddenly.
It wasn't Mark. The voice came from... the phone Mark was holding.
Luke was f*cking still on the phone!
It was not hard for Natalie to recognize who it was. She swallowed hard and froze again.
"..."
Natalie thought, "Was it too late to stop now?"
-
At 8:00 pm.
Natalie took a shower, put on a clean housecoat, and went into the kitchen to make instant noodles for dinner.
Before the water boiled, she leaned against the table with the phone in her hand, trying to call Forrest and explain to him what had happened.
This made Natalie inevitably think of Luke and the embarrassing moment an hour ago.
"..."
She didn't feel much at the moment, but she was worried about what was going to happen next.
Natalie rubbed her hair randomly and sighed sorrowfully.
At this time, she received a message from Mia, "Did the consultant call you?"
Natalie thought, "That man...I can only say that he is as bad as Luke"
Natalie thought, "I can only say that he is as bad as Luke."
Natalie wanted to reject him, but she couldn't speak ill of Mia's friend in front of Mia.
She replied, "Yes!"
Mia said, "Right. He said that his phone was stolen a few days ago. He may have missed some messages. If you have sent him a message before, I can let him know now."
Natalie thought, "... Oh no!"
If he had lost his phone earlier, he wouldn't have reached her.
Natalie thought, "Why is Mia so anxious to let me be friends with that guy?"
She suddenly didn't understand why she had to give him another chance, and in fact, she didn't wanna be friends with him at all.
At this time, Forrest sent her a message.
Natalie looked at her Instagram and saw Forrest sent a video to her.
At that moment, Natalie foolishly thought he was sharing his daily life with her.
This made Natalie smile , and she started watching the video but she gradually lost her smile when she watched it.
In the video, the music was loud and Forrest was at a nightclub. He was being surrounded by girls sitting in the center of the club.
A woman was sitting next to him in a burgundy, deep V-shaped dress. She smiled flirtatiously, speaking erotically, and came very close to Forrest.
The woman hugged Forrest's arm making her boobs press against his arm.
And Forrest didn't shy away as if he didn't see her. He was wearing a suit with a vague expression. He took the wine handed to him by the woman and drank it, while the crowd was cheering.
The video stopped when the woman smiled and looked at the camera.
It was hard to tell whether she was laughing in smugness or provocation.
Natalie felt a sudden heartache, and unbearable emotions took over her thoughts slowly.
Why did he show her this video?
Natalie was completely lost at the time and didn't know what to do. And by coincidence, he sent her a new message after her mental suffering.
"I'm sorry. I'm a little drunk. I was trying to use Forrest's phone to send the video to myself. But it seems I sent it to you by mistake."
"I don't think I can recall this message."
"Are you Forrest's girlfriend?"
Natalie had taken so much information in just a few words.
The girl was drunk with Forrest, and Forrest knew she had taken this video, and he was willing to give her his phone. They even had followed each other's Instagram accounts...
Girls had an intuition that science could never explain.
Since things had developed to this point, Natalie could guess that the one who was chatting with her on Forrest's Instagram may be the daughter of the president of Vision Tech. Forrest's friend had mentioned her before.
Therefore, the woman in the red dress in the video was chasing Forrest for several months.
So what should she do? Should she make a move on the fact that her boyfriend was having such an affair with his pursuer? Or should she wait for him to explain himself?
Natalie was completely inexperienced in this kind of thing.
At that time, she was very frustrated and heartbroken, and even more, she was closer to being "breakdown."
All her illusions about him were shattered. She realized that for so long, he had been lying to her.
So Natalie was a little evasive, and afraid of hearing the truth that he had fallen in love with someone else.
Natalie turned off her phone, holding a book of orthopedics. She didn't even want to have instant noodles, so she nestled on the sofa to recite her theoretical knowledge.
It was all quiet in the house, but unfortunately, she couldn't read anything in peace.
Natalie just sat there for more than two hours.
Before 11 pm, there was a sudden knock on the door, which made her tense nerves tremble.
Natalie saw the visitor and felt surprised.
She hesitated for a moment and opened the door.
Forrest stood in the doorway. He was still so handsome with his suit jacket draped over his arms. It looked like he had been drinking a lot, his eyes were slightly red with drunkenness, and he was looking straight at her with a deep, sullen face.
Natalie felt that he was in a bad mood.
But wasn't she the one who should be unhappy?
"Why are you here?" Natalie said bluntly, her pride didn't allow her to call him by his name as intimately as usual.
Forrest didn't answer, changed into his slippers skillfully, turned sideways, and went straight into the house, throwing his jacket onto the sofa.
"What are you doing? Why haven't you given me a call back until now?"
His tone was gloomy, and he didn't think that he had done something wrong in the slightest. His voice was hoarse, probably because he drank a lot before he came.
Natalie was dumbfounded.
Natalie thought, "I thought he had come over here on purpose to explain things to me."
Natalie thought, "But it was not."
After a long silence, Natalie said softly and directly, "Someone used your phone and sent me a video of you in the club."
Forrest was startled slightly and frowned, "Didn't she explain to you that it was just a misunderstanding?"
Just a misunderstanding
Natalie became more and more depressed. She bit her lower lip and asked uncontrollably, "Then you two... Is it necessary for you two to be so close?"
This question made Forrest silent.
He wanted to say something, averted his gaze, and finally said with no confidence, "I drank too much and didn't notice that."
In the end, it seemed that he could not explain it clearly. He said some perfunctory words and became impatient. Then, he took her into his arms.
"Don't be upset. We shouldn't argue for someone we don't care about."
Natalie didn't quarrel and allowed him to hold her. She then asked unhurriedly, "Who is she? The girl from Vision Tech?"
She rarely asked questions probingly, but under such circumstances, a reasonable person couldn't stay calm and didn't care about it.
Forrest hesitated and whispered, "Yes."
All the hope she harbored was shattered in his answer.
If he had a good relationship with the daughter of the president of Vision Tech, the company could gain a huge profit. Was he thinking in this way?
Natalie was silent. She broke free from his arms, and bent over to pick up the few books scattered on the coffee table.
"We are just friends, why are you so angry?" Forrest was a little annoyed by her attitude. He was so arrogant that he would never be willing to beg for forgiveness.
And from his point of view, perhaps Natalie would believe whatever he said.
It was a pity that Natalie seemed to ignore whatever he said as if he was thin air.
Forrest was deprived of oxygen because of the alcohol. He loosened his tie, "You ignored me all night. And you know what my friends said?"
The group of people was still playing game after game at the club, and they were so drunk that they could not care much more. They would go straight to the hotel with the woman they had taken a fancy to.
On such occasions, there were always a lot of girls to seduce him, but tonight he was very annoyed whenever he thought about that phone call.
Especially, he couldn't receive a reply or a call from her.
His friend ridiculed him, "Mr. Hart, you can't be serious! How can you not even be able to control your little girlfriend? She ignores you and refuses to be here with you. It's been so long, haven't you nailed her yet??"
"I didn't expect Forrest to be so obsessed with pure love!"
"Isn't Ms. Blake here? Don't you wanna try this beauty?"
There was a lot of loud laughter, and he got his coat impetuously and left.
Forrest didn't have sex with Natalie.
Natalie lived in his house and had been docile since she was a child. When calling his name, she was very soft and sweet and had no temper at all.
It always gave him a feeling that it would be blasphemy if he banged her.
At that moment, Natalie walked over to him in a beige-pink nightgown, her hair loosely tied up. She bent over, showed her slender neck, and her skirts were calf-length with her slender ankles outside the cotton slippers. Her white skin was as smooth and flawless as polished jade.
She was so pure as if she was the moonlight. He just looked at her quietly and felt that no one could be more wonderful than her.
At that moment, it was really hard for Forrest to remain calm and stay indifferent.
He suddenly forgot their conflict, couldn't help but hugged Natalie from behind, and put his arms across her slender waist.
"Who..."
Natalie trembled a little. She was unable to move. Forrest breathed heavily with a strong smell of alcohol.
He raised the hem of his skirt and fondled her knees.
Natalie froze suddenly.
Forrest asked in a low voice, "Who was with you when we were talking on the phone several hours ago?"
He spoke with concealed displeasure and it seemed to suggest, "No wonder you were reluctant to accompany me every time. Who did you hook up with behind my back?"
Who would have a good mood when hearing that?
Moreover, he simply ignored her feelings.
Even though Forrest's breath had a strong smell of cocktails, Natalie could still smell perfume on his body that didn't belong to him.
The perfume had a velvety touch, with a delicate floral fragrance at the end.
Natalie was not comfortable with the scent of alcohol mixed with perfume and struggled to get out of his arms, but Forrest hugged her tighter.
"Don't you wanna explain about that?"
Natalie was silent for a while and said calmly, "He is a VIP patient in our hospital."
Maybe the word "VIP" had given enough indication, Forrest paused for a moment and said his name directly, "Luke?"
"Yeah." She didn't think much of it.
After a moment of silence, Natalie felt something was wrong and was about to look back, but Forrest grabbed her arms and turned her around.
Forrest stared into her eyes from above, "Were you alone with him before?"
Natalie nodded innocently.
However, Forrest frowned, "Stay away from him."
Natalie looked at him and felt dazed.
"Why?" She didn't understand, "He's my patient."
Forrest didn't give her any explanations. He took out his phone and found a number in his address book.
"I'll talk to your dean and get someone else to take your place."
During their conversation, he dialed. Obviously, for her, this was a notification, not a discussion.
Natalie was shocked for a full five seconds and then came to her senses. She immediately stood on tiptoe and grabbed the phone by Forrest's ear, disconnecting the call that was being dialed without a second thought.
"Stop trying to interfere with my work, okay?"
She glared at him stubbornly.
Natalie was so annoyed and was uncomfortable with the club thing. She thought he was unreasonable to do so.
However, her Tonell accent was soft and was naturally mellow. When she was trying to argue, she sounded pouting.
Forrest just considered this as his girlfriend getting into a huff.
Natalie was a submissive and docile girl that Forrest felt rather boring, but today she suddenly lost her temper. Forrest thought she was a little cute, and it could be regarded as a kind of affection.
"Nata, stop it." Forrest calmed down and took her back into his arms, "He's not someone you can mess with."
Natalie resisted violently without a word.
Forrest put his palms on her waist suggestively and tucked her skirt up to her waist little by little.
He looked down and tried to kiss her, but Natalie turned her face away abruptly.
The struggle of Natalie in Forrest's arms aroused his instinctive interest. Forrest made a forceful move, grabbing the back of her neck and turning her over.
Natalie did not know where her strength came from at that time. She just pushed hard, actually making Forrest stumble unsteadily and fall into the sofa.
She stood there in a daze with her arms crossed over her chest, making a self-protection posture unconsciously.
Forrest didn't expect that he would be met with a great deal of resistance, let alone that at this moment, she was so humiliated, and her eyes were red.
It was as if to declare a fact that she didn't want to have sex with him.
She didn't want to have sex with him.
They stared at each other, both gasping.
"You..." Natalie wanted to say, "Since you're drunk, don't move anymore. You should go to the guest room and get some rest first, and then we'll talk when you're sober."
And Forrest was leaning on the sofa, the alcohol making his mouth dry and a sense of irritation welling up in his mind.
Before Natalie could say all the words, he sneered, staggered, and grabbed his jacket.
Forrest got out and slammed the door.
The clanging sound of closing the door was deafening and lingered in Natalie's mind for a long time.
Natalie had always believed that it was normal for couples to squabble in a relationship, and both should learn to understand and tolerate each other more.
But she was just a woman in her early twenties. The moment Forrest slammed the door, she almost couldn't hold back her tears.
It took a long time for her to stop crying.
As the night came, Natalie didn't go back to the bedroom, but sitting alone on the sofa absent-mindedly.
It was the first time Forrest got so mad at her.
Maybe, being her fiancé, he wasn't wrong if he wanted to have sex with her.
But she was still mad at him.
Natalie thought, "Am I wrong if I don't want to have sex with him?"
After a long time, she made a decision.
She scrolled through the Instagram list to find "Luke."
"Excuse me, May I ask what's the best way to resolve contradictions with my fiancé? He didn't make any unforgivable mistakes. Because of his social circle, he had little sense of boundary and empathy... Also, I think he is not attentive enough and easy to get emotional, but I don't know how to keep relationships..."
Unconsciously, Natalie typed out a large paragraph.
But she was still hesitating whether to send it or not.
In Natalie's mind, this so-called handsome counselor was the same type of person as Luke.
They were both sinister and condescending playboys.
Natalie had a hunch that if Luke saw this, maybe he would say something viciously as if he's watching a show-
"Oh, you poor little girl."
Natalie wanted to cry again.
Natalie was full of bitterness and didn't want to be regarded as a joke, so she began to delete and polish it, but she couldn't make up a satisfactory version, and she thought it was awkward.
In the end, she thought passively, "Forget it. What can I expect from him? Waiting for him to gloat at me?"
Natalie thought, "It's better to go to bed."
Natalie was extremely depressed and deleted all the words. Just as she was about to quit, a message from "Luke" popped up in the chatbox.
"Why haven't you sent it out?"
Natalie suddenly realized that she had been "typing" for too long and had been discovered by him.
Natalie thought, "But... Doesn't he have anything else to do?"
Her frustration was gone by the sudden shock from Luke.
Natalie only tapped one apostrophe after holding back for a long time.
Luke was very perceptive, "Is there a problem with the relationship again?"
Natalie wanted to have someone to talk to and get professional advice.
She bent her legs and touched her chin to her knees, and his posture made her grievances quickly magnified.
Natalie, "Um..."
She pouted and typed, "He was mean to me..."
Luke didn't reply for a long time, so Natalie thought he was getting back at her and ignoring her on purpose.
But then something happened.
Luke sent her a message.
"You're too easy to be bullied. That's why he's bullying you! Can't you be tougher? Don't be too docile, okay?"
"Dr. Moore, listen to your heart."
Natalie frowned and felt confused.
Natalie thought, "Is he certified as a counselor? Is this his self-created stimulation therapy?"
Before Natalie responded, a rather familiar sentence popped out.
"Don't spoil him."