Queen Revenge

Walker Richter’s tone gave me the feeling that I was listening to last words.

I squeezed the bracelet in my hand, my heart was sour, the sourness went straight to the tip of my nose, my eyes were getting sour, my eyes blinked, tears rolled down indisputably and dripped on my hand.

He pinched my shoulders and continued, “The weather is cold, remember to add clothes, don’t let yourself catch a cold, and …”

He admonished me a lot, the first time I felt Walker Richter so nagging, like an old mom.

“Walker Richter,” I softly interrupted him, raised my eyes to look at him, was wet with tears to see things a little blurred: “When will you and she get married.”

By asking this, I had actually laid my cards on the table in front of him, and I remembered the past.

When Walker Richter said that things were returned to their rightful owners, I knew that he already knew that I had remembered, when and how he found out was unknown.

The air was suddenly quiet after I asked out, and I looked into his deep eyes, taking in every change in his gaze until a heart dimmed and sank with the light of his eyes.

He said, “Next Thursday.”

So soon.

Even sooner than Martin Mo’s wedding to Shirley Hill.

I couldn’t say congratulations anymore and forced a smile, “Can I ask you one last question? Have you ever …”

Have you ever loved me.

When the words came out of my mouth, my poor pride wouldn’t allow me to say that, and I eventually changed my mind, “Have you ever gotten me an invitation.”

Walker Richter wouldn’t know how much courage it took me to say those words, or how much my heart ached, or how much I forgave him for everything he’d done to me in a split second.

Walker Richter did not expect me to ask this question, froze, then smiled and said, “I have already let people send invitations to the Hill family.”

He was inviting THE Hill family as a family, not me alone.

After a pause, he added, “Your feet are not convenient, do you need me to send you back?”

Just now Susan Su asked him to keep me for lunch, but apparently Walker Richter had no intention of letting me stay.

“No, it’s just a small injury, I’ll go back by myself.”

“Good.”

He agreed readily, seemingly eager for me to leave immediately.

He walked me downstairs, Susan Su was arranging flowers in the living room, and when she saw us coming down, she smiled and asked, “Miss Hill is leaving? Walker, why don’t you keep Miss Hill down for lunch.”

I glanced at Walker Richter and said, “No, I’m already a pain in the ass, I’d rather not bother.”

I didn’t ask Walker Richter to send her outside, and let him go back when I reached the front door, and took a step towards the outside myself, enduring the pain coming from the bottom of my feet, Susan Su’s voice behind me if anything, “Walker, she followed you after all, you don’t want to send her off?”

“No need.”

I clutched the bracelet in my hand, sadly found that I had flashed in my mind revenge in the see Walker Richter after all became a joke, I simply can not be ruthless, and even his every move is still pulling my heart, he just a despondent tone of voice will make my heart ache.

It turns out that love can really be humble to the dust, even if I am full of holes, even if I will later regret for the rest of my life, but only wish him well.

I just got into a cab, Bella Hill’s phone called, she should be sober, remembered what she said last night, asked me carefully on the phone, “Where are you now?”

This was the first time Bella Hill had ever spoken to me in that tone of voice.

I lied, “At work.”

She seemed relieved, “Mom told you to come home early tonight, Aunt Cai and the guys are coming over tonight.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Jane Hasis wasn’t dead set on stuffing me with Kun Cai.

“Got it, I’m busy, hang up first.”

Without waiting for Bella Hill to say anything, I just hung up.

I promised to go back in the evening, but by the end of the night, I went back to Fiona Croix’s and turned my phone off to avoid Jane Hasis looking for me.

I locked myself in my room until Martin Mo came looking for me, he called me quite a few times, I didn’t receive the calls because the phone was switched off, he thought that something had happened to me, that’s why he came to Fiona Croix to look for me.

He was relieved to see me listlessly nestled in the couch, “Why is it off.”

“It’s dead.”

That’s true, the phone did run out of battery.

Martin Mo gave an evil laugh, “Something on your mind? Tell me, who messed with you? I heard Shirley Hill say that you didn’t go back last night, and Fiona also said that you didn’t stay here last night, where did you go last night?”

“You’re cross-examining me?”

Martin Mo sat down opposite me and said good-naturedly, “If you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t, want to go out for a drink.”

“Not going.”

I didn’t want to go anywhere, the thought of Walker Richter marrying Susan Su in a week made me very uncomfortable.

“Something’s really on your mind.” Martin Mo crossed his legs and said unapologetically, “I can’t really guess anyone else in the world who can tug at your mood other than Walker Richter, I really wish this memory of yours would come back slower, so I could at least see some more smiles on your face.”

“Ulysses Will told you.”

That was an affirmative.

I couldn’t think of anyone else but Ulysses Will who would tell Martin Mo about my recovered memory.

“Ulysses Will won’t tell, Alva, how long are you going to keep this from me.” Martin Mo looked at me with a serious look on his face, “What do you have in mind? Alva, I can’t understand you more and more.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” I casually grabbed a pillow and hugged it in my arms, looking out of the window, “Martin Mo, we are not the same as we were back then, we each have our own affairs of the heart, we each have our own concealments, didn’t you also not tell me the real reason for marrying Shirley Hill.”

Martin Mo looked at me for a while and hooked his lips, “Shirley Hill is not a national beauty, but she is also a small family girl, with good looks and good character, she is the best candidate for Mrs. Mo, and after spending a lot of time with Shirley Hill, I really kinda like this girl.”

“When did you become so shallow.” I gave him a blank look, he wouldn’t tell the truth, so I didn’t press the issue.

“Men are all so shallow.” Martin Mo leisurely rested his hands behind his head with a dangling look, “You don’t believe me? If Shirley Hill is ugly, you see me still marry her or not, if you are too ugly to see people, Walker Richter in the first place can want you? If you were too ugly to be seen, would Walker Richter have wanted you in the first place?

The analogy really left me speechless.

“Cheesy.”

I said this on my lips, but in my heart I agreed with Martin Mo’s words.

Even if Cinderella marries the prince, first of all, Cinderella has to be as beautiful as a fairy, if it is a fat and ugly girl, the prince will be scared away, where is the fairy tale.

Martin Mo’s gag dissipated a lot of the original depressed mood.

He always has a way of diverting my attention without me realizing it, making me feel better.

Fiona Croix knocked on the door and came in: [Do you want to have a snack? I’m cooking dumplings.]

I didn’t really want to eat it, Martin Mo snatched it up, “Cook two more bowls, just in case I haven’t had dinner yet.”

[Good. Fiona Croix smiled and went out to cook the soup dumplings.

“And you have the nerve to bother a pregnant woman.” I gouged him out and went out to help.

Martin Mo stayed around and ate the soup dumplings before leaving.

I originally wanted to take a few days off and go out for a while, I would come back after Walker Richter got married to Susan Su, but Ben Richter suddenly approached me, it seemed like he hadn’t slept for a long time, his eyes were filled with blood, it looked a bit scary, when he saw me, he asked, “Don’t you want to get back at Walker Richter, your opportunity has come.”

I had already given up the idea of revenge, but when Ben Richter said this, my heart thumped and I asked, “What chance?”

I had a bad feeling that Ben Richter was going to go after Walker Richter.

“Tonight is an opportunity.”

Ben Richter didn’t say it explicitly, a hint of grimness mixed in with his smile.

I was thinking of giving Walker Richter a quiet message, but Ben Richter didn’t give me that chance.

He’d been ready for a long time, taking me to get my hair done, applying exquisite makeup, and pulling out the dress he’d already prepared for me to change into.

“Dressing up so grandly, what kind of party are you going to?”

I wondered in the back of my mind what Ben Richter was going to do with Walker Richter.

“A friend’s private prom.”

A prom?

What does that have to do with getting back at Walker Richter?

“Walker Richter will be there?”

“You’ll find out when you get there.”

Ben Richter was so secretive that he took me only to the entrance of the ball and didn’t go in with me, he handed me a limited edition Hermes bag, “This bag is the only one that matches your dress, go in, I’ll wait for your good news outside.”

I had no idea what Ben Richter wanted me to do.

I had no choice but to go in.

I walked into the prom site, saw that Ben Richter really hadn’t followed me in, and immediately found a quiet place to send a message to Walker Richter asking where he was.

After the message was sent and never answered, my eyelids were jumping and I was about to call Walker Richter when I suddenly saw him in the crowd and he saw me, looking panicked and coming towards me.

Just then, too, the rowdy dance suddenly fell silent, and a dozen policemen came in through the door.