She only remembered that under the dim streetlights, Harold held her tightly in his arms and comforted her softly, “You are not alone. I will protect you in the future.”

He took off an exquisite whistle and put it around her neck.

“Blow it and I will be there at any time. Whatever you want.”

Many years later, Beatrice knew that this whistle was a relic of Harold’s deceased mother.

This whistle brought a tacit understanding between Beatrice and him.

Since then, she had become Harold’s favorite.

She was afraid that it would fly away if she held it in her hand and that it would melt if she held it in her mouth.

She knew that as long as she blew it, Harold would be there.

When he was twelve years old, he dragged his sick body to beat the gangsters who surrounded her with bad intentions to death.

When he was fifteen years old, he went to the nearest supermarket with a red face to buy her sanitary napkins.

When he was sixteen years old, he tore up the love letter written by the school grass to her with a sullen face, trapped the little girl in the corner and warned her not to fall in love too early.

When he was seventeen years old, he took charge of the Dolton Group, but still gave up the order of 1 million dollars and patiently took her home after a hangover in the bar.

That night, Beatrice expressed her feelings to him under the influence of alcohol and kissed him boldly.

Harold pushed her away as if he had been electrocuted, his voice as cold as frost.

“What are you doing? You are not even an adult yet. Who did you learn to kiss from!”

He pinched the girl’s chin fiercely and said the most chilling words, “Want to sleep with me, huh? Don’t you even consider whether you are qualified enough!”

He threw the girl into the bathtub with a cold face to sober up.

Heartbroken, she hugged him and shouted aggrievedly, “Harold, you obviously like me and have feelings for me. Why don’t you want to face your true feelings?”

Harold suppressed his emotions and pinched her chin. “How many times have I told you that you are still young and you should call me big brother?”

The girl bit her mouth tightly and was frightened into silence.

But his face became darker and darker and he began to remain silent.

In the end, he didn’t even give her a look and slammed the door and left.

The next day, there was a scandal with a popular movie star.

That night, Beatrice curled up in the cold bathtub for a long time, until the early morning when she finally figured it out and smiled.

Harold thought she was too young.

She looked forward to the days ahead, day and night.

On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, she received a gift from Harold, a pair of exquisite high heels and the fire in her heart that had been extinguished for a long time was rekindled.

Beatrice dressed up and waited for his arrival with joy.

She couldn’t wait to get an answer from him. “Harold, I’m an adult. I should be qualified to fall in love with you!”

But who knew that her heart would be broken before she said it.

This time, Harold rejected her with his actions.

That night, she saw him appear with Viola, who was younger than her and blocked her in the corner and kissed her.

At this moment, Beatrice finally didn’t want to deceive herself anymore.

She pressed her chest hard and gasped, tears falling in big drops.

Even though there were always women around him, Beatrice was only willing to believe that he was cold and never cared about anyone.

Now she had given up, admitting that she had always been just a whim of his.

Harold had never loved her.

So, she was ready to let go completely.

In front of the camera, Harold and Viola held hands tightly, their eyes affectionate and passionate.

Beatrice pursed her chapped lips and this longing for unattainable love deeply hurt her.

Just the day before yesterday, Harold was photographed going in and out of the hotel with Viola to buy gifts for the elders, suspected to be preparing to meet the parents.

At the beginning of the new year, the bell struck twelve.

Beatrice raised her hand and turned off the TV.

She knew that Harold would bring Viola home for New Year’s Eve dinner tonight.

For the rest of his life, Viola would be the only one by his side.

The wind was a little cool at night.

Beatrice’s face was covered with snot and tears. She had just finished the IV drip and was sniffing her nose when she heard the gossipy screams of the young nurse outside the door.

“He is the one who is in charge of the Dolton Family, right? That man is so gentle and handsome! His girlfriend is the real winner. She was so nervous after just a minor scratch. If I were his girlfriend, I would definitely faint from happiness!”

Beatrice followed the nurse’s gaze.

Harold took off his coat and put it on Viola, then frowned, as if dissatisfied, bent down slightly and walked toward this side with the whole person in his arms.

When their eyes met, Beatrice’s heart still skipped a beat.

She was a little nervous and was about to explain.

But Harold just paused, frowned and passed by as if he didn’t see her.

Beatrice laughed at herself and finally lowered her head again after raising it, holding onto the wall and preparing to walk out.

The huge corridor became silent due to Harold’s appearance.

Her feet were rubbed by her high heels and with every step she took, the corridor echoed with a “click click” sound, which was particularly harsh.

Suddenly Harold stopped, his eyes full of impatience and after looking her up and down, she spoke suddenly. “You’re following me?”

Before Beatrice could react to what he meant, he said the second sentence, “If Sunset Villa has been arranged, you should move in as soon as possible. After all, it’s not convenient now.”

What an inconvenience! Beatrice’s heart trembled. She didn’t want to listen, so she just limped forward.

But when her show of weakness angered Harold, his brows furrowed again.

“It’s really annoying to change the shoes that don’t fit.”

A double entendre.

Beatrice’s face turned as pale as paper in an instant. She knew that Harold was warning her.

She also understood that she would be kicked out of the house sooner or later and she had to make room for her future sister-in-law.

She just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

She endured the discomfort in her feet, turned around with difficulty and nodded obediently.

“Brother, don’t worry. I will move out as soon as possible. And the shoes that don’t fit... I’ll get rid of them too.”

In the dim corridor, Beatrice shuddered violently, noticed an unfriendly gaze coming from Viola and then lowered her head silently.

She was afraid that her future sister-in-law would misunderstand her, so she still wanted to muster up the courage to tell her that she would never be a stumbling block to Harold’s happiness. She wanted him to be happy, but this happiness had nothing to do with her.

She would leave tactfully, but she didn’t want Harold to misunderstand her.

“Brother, I didn’t follow you. I came here because…”

But her obedience did not satisfy Harold. The only response she got was a cold back and a ruthless voice. “Whatever you want.”

Although Sunset Villa was the most luxurious villa area in Linkon. It was located in a remote suburb, far enough away from him and most importantly, far enough away from his wedding room.

It was charity in appearance, but in reality it was exile.

She didn’t understand how their relationship had come to this point.

He had loved her so much in the past, but now that she showed up in the hospital for no reason, he didn’t even ask a single question.

Beatrice wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes fiercely.

Sometimes she hated herself for being so weak and always crying over such trivial matters.

“But everything is back to square one. I am not allowed to cry!”

She clenched her fists which had already turned white in her sleeves, limped to the trash can in the corridor, threw her beloved high-heeled shoes into the trash can and walked out of the hospital barefoot.

Beatrice had just transferred some living expenses to his mother in the nursing home.

She looked at her balance, gritted her teeth and prepared to walk home.

But the pain of her feet stepping on the asphalt ground made her feel aggrieved and she squeezed out a few more drops of golden beans.

Looking at the days marked on the phone, she started crying and then started laughing.

“In 50 days at the latest, I will leave this place completely and start a new life.”

Beatrice had just finished taking the nutrient solution and her strength had not yet fully recovered. Fortunately, she finally walked to the door of her house and fainted there.

She had a very long and strange dream.

In the dream, Harold knew that she was going to leave, so he hung her on a tree at the door and beat her up.

She cried in her dream and said that she would never leave again, but the dream changed and she came to Harold’s wedding hall.

Everyone accused her of being ungrateful, coveting things that she didn’t deserve and destroying his happiness.

In her sleep, Beatrice shouted in panic, “I didn’t. I won’t love Harold again…”

When she opened her eyes again, her whole body was soaked with sweat.

Harold was sitting beside her bed, looking at her with a gloomy face.

“What won’t you love? Beatrice, am I too indulgent to you? That’s why you are so fearless in vying for favor!”

Beatrice didn’t have time to react to what he meant.

Viola pushed the door and walked in.

She affectionately wrapped her arms around Harold’s neck and pecked him lightly on the face.

“Calm down. I was worried about Beatrice last night, so I rushed back early this morning. Harold, I really don’t blame you. Don’t be so angry with Beatrice.”

Beatrice then realized that it was because of her fainting that Harold was too busy to take care of his girlfriend, so he had to leave her alone in the hospital and come back to accompany her, an outsider.

There was a slight tremor in her voice and she seemed to be under tremendous psychological pressure.

“Yes… I’m sorry, brother and sister-in-law. It was my fault last night. I shouldn’t have caused you trouble.”

Harold frowned unhappily and looked at her blankly, as if he noticed something was wrong.

Beatrice never treated the people he brought back with a good face. He would only call them “that woman”, never call them sister-in-law and never apologize.

Seeing Harold’s hesitation, Viola changed the subject in time.

“Okay, Beatrice, although I am your sister-in-law, I am actually younger than you. I heard you graduated. Is there anything you like? As your sister-in-law, I haven’t given you a graduation present yet!”

Beatrice shook her head like a rattle.

She just wanted to stay away and didn’t want to feel their happiness.

But Harold rubbed Viola’s head and agreed, “You’re thoughtful.”

He turned his head and glared at Beatrice fiercely, gritting his teeth.

“Don’t be so petty. Take this opportunity to give your sister-in-law a gift and apologize.”

She said that Viola came to buy her a gift.

But wherever Viola’s eyes passed, Harold covered it all for her.

Looking at the two people who were so affectionate in the fitting area, Beatrice hurriedly looked away, regretting even more that she had agreed to follow them.

Clamore.

Clamore was a brand that my mother liked very much.

She looked at the gorgeous clothes in front of her carefully and couldn’t help but think of the time when she went shopping with her parents.