Chapter 9 In Bed With Lord Thompson
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“You wanna see me?” Star replied.
“I just wanna say thank you, face to face.”
“There will come a chance. Go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day.”
Julie sent him a smiley emoji, then she fell asleep. But an hour later, a sudden sound came from the living room.
Julie sat up, all her sleepiness gone in an instant. Pupu was in the living room, so it couldn’t be a thief.
She turned on the bedside lamp, and picked up her clothes.
The door to her bedroom wasn’t closed, so she could see Thompson right away. He was in the bathroom.
The door to the bathroom was broken, and Julie hadn’t had time to repair it. It seemed that the door had finally given way completely.
“Wait one minute while I get some tools,” Julie said, pulling a toolbox out from under her bed.
“Sorry, I should have repaired it, but I’ve been so busy these last weeks,” Julie apologized, unscrewing.
“You’re good at that,” the man said, watching her skilled actions.
“You wouldn’t understand,” she replied. She lived alone, and didn’t have much money; her situation didn’t allow her to live like a princess. These little problems were all hers to solve.
Whatever the issue—dredging draining, replacing a bulb, or fixing the water tap—she was in charge.
Some people said she was a super lady, but in fact, she was merely strong and resilient.
Thompson’s face was frozen in irritation.
While he washed his hands, he found that the tap didn’t suit the pipe. Besides, the sanitary carton on the wall wasn’t the original, but made up with a plastic box. Plus, the wall in the bathroom was mildewy and wet, and the drainage smelled bad.
It hurt him to see a girl living in such an environment!
Julie fixed the door within seconds, and said: “There. Go to bed now, it won’t bother you.”
Thompson sat back down on the sofa. She wasn’t experienced at this kind of work, but the look on her face indicated that he should it alone.
“You were in the toilet again. Why?” Julie asked him, noticing that he wasn’t going back to bed.
“I wan to smoke,” the man said in a low voice. In fact, he smoked in the washroom, because he didn’t want to make her ill.
“You needn’t. I smoke too,” Julie replied.
Thompson’s face turned cold, and he suddenly asked without consideration: “Why won’t you marry me?”
Maybe it was the dark night, or his attractive voice, but Julie felt lost. After a moment of silence, she stared back at him and said: “You’re a soldier, and you were born in a big family, and you...you just look good...what about me? I have a bad reputation, and I was abandoned by your nephew...I can’t think of a reason why you would want to marry me.”
“Because they hate you,” he responded quickly.
Julie shrugged.
“They want to take over the family business now that I’m back,” Thompson continued. “You want revenge. We have the same target.”
We are the same, thinks Julie, he’s against his family like me.
Julie stared into Thompson’s peaceful eyes. “Lord Thompson...”
“What?”
“I once offended you,” Julie said carefully. She didn’t know if that was the reason he so liked to torment her.
She had felt that he was very familiar, even though they had just met. And how to explain her strange familiarity with his dog?
“It’s nothing,” the man answered in a pleasant voice. But it deeply bothered Julie.
“Well, I don’t think I can repair this immediately. Why don’t you sleep a bit first. I’m ready for sleeping too.” Julie put aside the tools, and stepped away.
Thompson had guessed what she wanted to do. He stepped further onto her torment, and said: “That’s all?” Or what? She thought, wanting to be away.
But she couldn’t get her legs to work. She simply turned around, and sat next to Thompson. She glanced at the dog.
Thompson unfastened the buttons of his sleeves. He was so gentle. He asked: “You’re terrified of me?”
Lord Thompson appeared more terrifying and evil than the man she had known during the daytime.
Julie nodded, shook, and nodded some more.
“Everyone knows you,” she said.
Thompson pulled up his sleeves, revealing his strong muscles. He brought his tall body forward.
And now, his attention was completely on Julie’s face. He could see her every movement. “I heard you were scared of nothing...why are you scared of marrying me?”
Julie shook. Jesus, can’t we move past this topic? Should she tell him the truth, or...? Julie slowly raised her head. “Well, can I ask a question first, Lord Thompson?”
“Ask!” Thompson placed his elbows on his knees.
“If you want to make the Finches unhappy, you can find a boyfriend...you don’t need me,” Julie said in a serious tone.
Thompson’s dark eyes froze. This f*****g girl thinks I’m gay, he thought. Some day, he would pay her back for what she said.
“You clearly know who I am. Everyone who’s with me falls deeply in love with me. Divorce bothers people—but not you; we’ll never have that connection,” the low voice answered.
She should be clever, she thinks. How could she act like such an i***t in front of Thompson?
“I’ve always said no to s*x. I won’t sleep with anyone unless she’s my wife,” he said.
“Damn it!” Julie really wanted to ask him how he keep remain a virgin for almost thirty years. Wouldn’t his d**k be sick?
Thompson watched her strange expression, and said: “I want to do what we talked about in the car today.”
Julie had forgotten about that. They kept silent for a long time, until she spoke up: “Lord Thompson, it’s too late. We both need a rest.”
Then, she stepped into her room.
***
She is woken the next morning by a bark. Julie opened her eyes.
What the f**k! Something hard was touching her.
She held her breath, and lifted herself up. She saw thick eyelashes, high nostrils, and tight lips...Damn, a man! Why was she holding a man?
She stared blankly at his face. What happened last night?
Clenching her lips, she tried to lift the man’s arm away from her waist. But he suddenly tightened his grip on her, holding her close.
Julie’s face turned white. “Lord Thompson?”
No way, please! Did she really sleep with Lord Thompson under the effect of alcohol?
But she had only drunk three bottles of beer, which wasn’t enough to make this kind of thing happen.
“Julie, did you forget what happened last night?” said a low voice near her ear.
Julie’s face turned from white to red. “No...it is...”
“Don’t you want to take responsibility?”
Damn!
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