Benjamin opened the door and asked: "What?"
Looking at his eyes, I subconsciously raised the ointment in my hand, and said nervously, "Would you like to apply some medicine?"
Benjamin stepped aside. I understood what he meant. He wanted me to apply the medicine personally. I hesitated for a while before finally going in.
He closed the door and walked towards me, I took a step back nervously, Benjamin flicked my forehead with his fingers and said, "You did a good job at the police station."
What did he mean by good job?
At the police station, I just had a few arguments with Charlotte. Besides, how did he know since he was in the interrogation room?
I was curious and blurted out to asked him.
Benjamin stretched out his palm and randomly rubbed the soft hair on the top of my head, curled his lips, and asked frivolously: "Is there anything I don't know?"
Yes, Benjamin was always so in control of everything.
Even if I was injured alone in the apartment, he could take me to the hospital in time.
It really seemed like he knew everything.
Even though I was puzzled, Benjamin wanted to remain mysterious and never told me the answer, so I simply stopped asking.
Benjamin sat on the bed and looked up at me slightly. I squeezed a little ointment on my fingertips and smeared it on him and asked, "Isn't it a bit cool and refreshing?"
"Is it?" Benjamin asked, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly and said, "Emma, you got it into my eyes."
"Oh, I'm sorry." I immediately withdrew my hand, but Benjamin suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms.
My body leaned against his hard chest and I couldn't help but let out a low cry, Benjamin's big palm reached into my white shirt and stroked my skin, and asked clearly, "Is the bruise on my body still hurting?"
I honestly said, "Kind of, it's okay if you don't touch it."
When Benjamin heard the words, he took out all the shirts I had tucked in my pants. I was wearing his shirt so he took it off like it was the natural thing to do.
I only had a bra he bought. I wanted to stop him when he took off my clothes, but I thought it was unnecessary.
I am his woman. He could do whatever he wants, no one could stop him.
Benjamin looked at the bruises and wounds on my body, his eyes gradually darkened, he took the ointment from my hand and carefully wiped it on my bruises with his fingertips.
My body trembled slightly, and I closed my eyes a little at a loss. His every movement was like a poison to me.
Seducing me to surrender immediately.
Benjamin rubbed the medicine very slowly. In order to relieve the current embarrassment, I casually looked for the topic and said: "I will go home later."
He asked calmly, "Why?"
"Go home to pack up and live with you later."
I opened my eyes to explain.
Benjamin asked in a calm tone, "Do you want me to go with you?"
I shook my head and said, "I don't want to trouble you. I want to get some clothes. I can't wear your clothes all the time."
It was snowing outside the window. Looking outside from Benjamin's room, I could see the entire city view. Especially at night, neon lights filled the entire city and the traffic lights keep switching.
And at the far end of the line of sight is the horizon.
From the address he chose, it could be seen that Benjamin was a man who knew how to enjoy himself. In fact, you could see the exquisite life of Benjamin in terms of clothing and living standards.
He was so fine a man that somethings I wonder if he really belonged in this world, especially when compared with Steve.
"Yeah." Benjamin hummed, rubbing repeatedly with both hands on my waist, I bit my lip and tried my best to restrain myself.
"Is it done?" I asked anxiously.
All I wanted to do was to put on my clothes and leave his room.
Hearing that, Benjamin looked up at me, his big palm fiercely pressed my chest, put his face there, and breathed deeply.
My body shook, Benjamin slightly closed his eyes and smelled my body, his palms even touched my breast and said, "Very soft."
Every part of Benjamin's side face was carved just right like a sculpture. When I was charmed and wanted to reach out, he let go of my body and said indifferently: "Emma, come back as soon as possible."
Come back as soon as possible... He wanted me to go and get the luggage.
I picked up the white shirt on the floor and put it on. Benjamin got up and opened his black wardrobe, took out a camel sweater and handed it to me, and said, "Put this on."
He might feel that his tone was a little hard, and then he explained softly: "The weather outside has been very cold recently, and it's still snowing now. This one is warmer."
"Thank you." I took it with a smile.
"You are my woman. In my opinion, you have to pamper a woman unconditionally."
That was it?
Just as I was getting myself accustomed to Benjamin's gentleness, the familiar sarcasm hit me in the face, "Do you think I was your ex-husband? Am I supposed to treat you like an animal?"
I ignored him, went out to my room with a gloomy face to change clothes, and put on his sweater, which made me feel warm in my heart even when it was cold as hell outside.
What she referred to was Benjamin's dark blue coat. I had my own clothes, but I didn't want to change.
After all, I could smell him on the coat.
I ignored my mother, opened the door and stood there and said quickly: "Mom, Steve and I are already divorced, and he took the house and everything."
She would know sooner or later, so sooner than better, I guessed.
I closed the door abruptly and heard her swearing fiercely: "You stupid f*cking b*tch! Open the godd*mn door!"
I held the doorknob tightly and said to her inside the door: "Steve cheated and forced me to give everything to him. All the bruises on my body were done by him. I had to preserve at least my own dignity."
"Julienne, I saw Steve beating Emma yesterday. Her best choice and also last choice was to get a divorce. But I also didn't expect that she would do it in such a hopeless way."
Yeah, so hopeless that I lost everything I ever worked for.
But I really didn't expect Jeanie to speak up for me at the moment.
Inside the door, my mother suddenly said calmly: "Open the door first."
The moment I opened the door, my mother slapped my face and said angrily: "Do you think I didn't know that Steve cheated? In order to keep your husband for you, do you know how much effort I spent at the beginning? You useless b*tch!"
I stretched out my hand to cover my cheek, and my heart hurt terribly. She was my biological mother, but she never understood me.
My mother was a cheating woman herself. She has no problem with cheating so she never had any problem with Steve either.
I put my hand down, dragged my suitcase and said calmly: "I divorced Steve, of course I will not live here with you, and I am already twenty-five years old. I hope you treat me with more respect. After all. My marriage with Steve was my own business. Anyone with a sane mind can see who is right and who is wrong in this. Why can't you just be on my side for one time and say I was right in this?"
"Why? Because I am your mother and when I say you are wrong, you are wrong! Well, let's not talk about your divorce without even telling me, let's talk about the fact you left everything to him. What is that even supposed to mean? You left all the money and the whole house to Steve and that Charlotte b*tch?!"
My mother's red eyes were extremely terrible. She had this twisted desire for money.
"I did not know what to do."
At least not at the moment.
"Three days! Emma, I will give you three days. If you can't get back what is yours by right, I will get them back for you. Jeanie is right, you really are hopeless. You've let Charlotte tramp all over you all the time. You can only blame yourself that Steve left you!"
Her words were vicious and disgusting.
"Calm down, Julienne." A neighbor came out to the corridor and said. I turned my head coldly, feeling disgusted.
If she was disgusting, then my mom...
I shouldn't say this about her, but she was... self-righteous.
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