Be Eaten Up with Love

Chapter 15: Bring Wayne Gilbert Home

At that day, when he wanted me, I refused him resolvedly. Now, that was happening on me. I suddenly found out that the things went on in a cycle. He was beneath my attention when he wanted me, and now, it was my turn to beg him.

"You told me that day, you'd like me to keep the sexual relationship with you. I considered seriously..."

He interrupted me when I was not finished," What now? You are willing to do that now? Lydia Toland, what kind of trouble you trapped in that reminds you about me?"

I suddenly found out that the main reason Wayne Gilbert could make it today was he got a smart brain.

"What trouble could I got. I'm just considered seriously. You are handsome and rich and your skill on the bed is first-rate. I'd like to be your woman since I thought Mr. Gilbert would not be stingy to his woman at all, would him? You will not be honored if I'm such in poor."

I tried my best to be a mammonish girl. In people like Wayne Gilbert's eyes, they won't be afraid of money issues, but they may be afraid of the emotional entanglement.

As expected, he measured me by his eyes and seemed considering the authenticity of my words.

" Let me send you home." Wayne Gilbert did not answer me. He drove the car out of the underground parking and headed to the address of the apartment I rented.

My expression was not looking good. I had never thought about begging to a man shamelessly one day. Even though the man was so powerful and rich that could make the woman like Sara Grant to beg him like a dog, it was not what I wanted...

"The road ahead is mending. Go to Jiangshuidong Road to cross it."

Wayne Gilbert answered with only a sound,"Euh." Then he said nothing.

I was confused by his attitude. He wanted me or not?

His Bentley Mulsanne stopped at the gate of a shabby living area. The luxury car was never matched with the apartments that nearly removed. Wayne Gilbert frowned, he closed the car window and asked," How long have you been living here?" All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Not long, it's cheap here."

I was just a poor clown in his eyes anyway. I did not care to be shamed since I had been shamed for several times.

People like Wayne Gilbert would have a bottle of wine with more than hundred thousand dollars in cash. How could he understand that the life of saving hundred dollars by eating less or wasting less of me!

Since when I was ten years old, under the watch of aunt Harriet Judson, I had tried my best and gritted my teeth to save every cent.

The most difficult time was that I was taunted by Harriet when I must buy several bags of pads during the period.

"Would you like to have a sit upstairs?" I thought for a while and decided to ask him. It took a lot of efforts to meet him. The uncertain attitude of him was far away from the goal of me today!

Wayne Gilbert stayed in silence for a while then he turned his body, reached out his hand and he lifted my jaw by his could finger to make me look at his eyes. I clenched my lips and tried to stay in calm even though it was struggling in my mind.

" Lydia, a woman should not be a wiseacre, or you can only get dislike from a man. You pretended like a saintess when I was interested in you and now you are sending yourself to me."

Wayne Gilbert's tone grew a little cold. I pretended to be cool under his sarcastic sight," I'm just straightened out my thinking. Mr. Gilbert, your interest on me won't only last for few days. As you said, I'm sending myself to you today. What? Are you afraid of playing with me?"

I looked at him with a light smile and a confirmed expression. Wayne Gilbert lifted his lips and answered me with his action.

...

We got off from his car and I led him to the corridor. The light was dusky, and I just realized the route that only cost about few minutes was so hard to walk.

We reached the third floor. I stood by the door and opened it with a key.

I took a deep breath and turned the light on," Come in."

My room was simple. It was a hell and a heaven compared with the luxurious house of Wayne Gilbert. I looked at his struggling face and I suddenly wanted to laugh. There was a saying that from frugality to extravagance was easy and from extravagance to frugality was hard.

" The environment of my place is not good. We can go to a hotel if you are not used to it."