When she was about to get off work, she called Bruce.
"You can go home by yourself. I'm going to school tonight, not the apartment!"
"Dear Polly? Why? I've been waiting for you for such a long time. Don't you have any mercy on me? "
He said in a hurry, "I haven't eaten anything yet in order to wait for you."
"If you are hungry, you can eat something before going home!"
"But you said you wouldn't come back with me. How am I supposed to eat?"
"What on earth do you want?" asked Polly impatiently
His voice was as soft as the wind blowing in the night, "my purpose is very simple. I'm waiting for my
wife. I want to go home with her."
Hearing that, Polly was stunned for a while and immediately regained her composure. She said rudely,
"you can go now. No matter what you say, I won't go back with you! If you insist on waiting here, then
just wait! "
Bruce didn't hang up the phone, and the busy tone came from the phone, reminding him that Polly
would not give him any chance to speak. As if he didn't feel anything, his whole body slumped into the
seat.
Owen opened the door of the car, and when he saw that Polly walked directly toward him while
avoiding Bruce, he just smiled like a rose blooming in the night.
Tonight she was doomed to leave with me, and Bruce would not interfere in her to keep a good image
in his heart.
Finally, they could sit down and have a good chat.
Although it was in darkness, but in Owen's eyes, it was a deeper and more dazzling smile than the
sunlight.
He had been wondering why Owen would come tonight when he was waiting for Polly. The more he
thought about it, the less confident he was. At that time, Dear Polly's phone rang, and Dear Polly urged
him to leave.
He had thought of more than a thousand ways to make Owen leave silently and let Dear Polly go back
with him. But Owen was only a stranger to her. Even if she couldn't erase the past, it was in the past.
The man was an existence that could not be ignored. He did not have the power, nor could he
manipulate the distant past.
He was standing beside the signboard of Unusual House., with all kinds of flowers falling down from his
head.
Watching his wife leave with another man, he could do nothing to stop her. Yes, he had no right to ask
her before their marriage was made public.
With a smile on his face, Owen stared at her affectionately. From his angle, he could only see the back
of Dear Polly. He didn't know if she smiled like Owen.
He felt like there was something blocking his heart, and he could not breathe smoothly. He wanted to
call the thin and stubborn woman, but he could not make a sound as if his throat and hair were tied
around the tendons.
Subconsciously, he walked out and touched his hair. The flowers on him back were thrown out. He
twirled in the air like a snowflake swept by the wind.
On the other side, Owen opened the door for her. When she was about to get in the car, Bruce finally
opened his mouth and asked, "Dear Polly, are you going back to your dormitory tonight? No matter how
late it is, I will wait for you. "
After this, he immediately turned back and went to the Mercedes Benz.
Owen parked his car, followed by Bruce. They started the engine. From the rear view mirror, she saw
Bruce's car. Thinking of what he had just said, she felt a little uneasy.
What did he want to do? Would he always follow her and wait for her to return to her dormitory after
she finished talking with Owen.
How long will it take? '! Didn't he say that he hadn't had dinner yet?
At the same time, Owen also saw Bruce's car. He frowned as he said jokingly, "if you want to leave with
me, why don't you have any freedom now. What a petty man Bruce was! We just chatted for a short
while, but he seemed to be plotting something? Why doesn't he believe you? "
"Of course not." "He is not that kind of person. He might be worried about me." There must be
something wrong with her words, and she blurted it out somehow.
Hearing that, the light in Owen's eyes darkened. He looked at the bright road in front of him and said
lightly, "Should we would get rid of Bruce?"
Although she could see what was going on from the rear view mirror, she couldn't help turning back to
have a look. They kept a short distance from each other's car.
It was almost eleven o'clock. The road was empty except for some cars passing by. If he sped up now,
it was very likely that he would get rid of Bruce.
But what would happen after she got rid of Bruce?
"I was just kidding. Dear Polly, don't take it seriously. " As he said, he stretched out his hand and
pressed it on the back of Polly's hand. As if it was a subconscious act.
"I'm not serious. I just think that it's better to let nature take its course." She lowered her head. Although
the warmth she felt just now was short, it left a light colored trace in her heart.
"That's right. If he wants to follow you, then let him follow you. "
As the car passed through a large patch of shady roads, dense branches and leaves covered the light
of the street lamps. In the dim shadow of his face, Owen narrowed his sharp eyes.
Suddenly, a shrill sound of brake came out in the quiet night. Polly looked back as if reflexively, finding
that Bruce's car stopped. Out of nowhere, Jean staggered all the way and bumped into the front of
Bruce's car, as if she had hit her forehead.
Bruce immediately opened the door and got out of the car. He walked over to Jean and pulled her up.
"Jean, are you okay? How are you?"
She closed her eyes tightly, dark liquid flowing out from the corner of her mouth. Panicked, he pulled
her into his arms and got in the car.
Looking at the scene indifferently, Owen said, "Dear Polly, it seems that something is wrong. Do we
need to help?"
"No, thanks," said Polly Han indifferently. Bruce will handle it well. We don't need to get involved. "
As soon as Bruce put Jean into his car, he heard the sound of engine of Owen's car. He was stunned
and hesitated for three seconds. Finally, he got into the car and drove to the hospital.
Her phone rang. It was from Bruce. She frowned and hung up the phone. She called him several times,
but he didn't answer.
"Is it Bruce's?" Turning his face around, Owen asked gently, "why don't you answer it?"
"I have nothing to talk to him now!"
But if you don't answer, he will keep calling you, which is not good. And you will feel annoyed when you
quarrel. "
Without saying anything, she muted the phone. However, after calling her five times, he did not call her
again. Perhaps he knew that she would not answer it.
But a message came soon.
It said, "Polly. Where are you going?". I'll take her to the hospital and go there later.
After reading the message, she threw the phone away. She didn't plan to reply him. But it was also
because of this message that she realized a problem: where would Owen take her?
She was so disturbed just now that she kept on thinking about what had happened between she and
Bruce, but she didn't notice that.
Only then did she notice that the car had already driven out of the main avenue of the city and towards
the suburbs.
"Where are you taking me to? Didn't you say that you would tell me the truth? If not for this, I wouldn't
have agreed to go with you! " "Hurry up. Let's just find a tea house," said Polly impatiently, patting her
seat
He slowed down, reached out his hand and held her delicate hand.
"When did you start to distrust me like this?" His voice was full of sorrow and desolation. "Do we have
to ruin the relationship?"
Polly tried to take her hand back from Owen's grip but failed.
"Do you want to know the truth? I will tell you the truth, no matter what! But before that, I want to take
you to a place! " Owen didn't let loose of her. He took a deep breath and said, "please don't be afraid,
dear. I'm your brother, and I believe that as long as you remember this, you'll be brave. Unless you
never treat me as your brother! "
"I didn't!" She rebutted loudly.
Because she used to take him as her brother! But she didn't know since when this man had become
the most important force in her life. She liked him, lingered on him, dreamed one day she could be with
him forever like her parents.
"Then why are you so cold to me?" "Since I came back from abroad, you've never treated me like a
sister to a brother! You pretend that you don't know me, and try to avoid me. You don't even want to
talk to me! Do you really hate me so much? "
Trying to hold back her excited emotions, Polly turned her face away, not looking into his eyes.
"Dear Polly, you are still the same as before!" It was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad. "When
you don't want to answer my question, you always avoid me. But this time is different from before. You
have to answer me! "
He turned her face to him and forced her to look up at his eyes, "tell me, I want you to tell me yourself,
do you still hate me?"
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