Always in Love with You

When she was about to get off work, she called Bruce.
"You can go home by yourself. I'm going to school tonight, not the apartment!"
"Dear Polly? Why? I've been waiting for you for such a long time. Don't you have any mercy on me? " He said in a hurry, "I
haven't eaten anything yet in order to wait for you."
"If you are hungry, you can eat something before going home!"
"But you said you wouldn't come back with me. How am I supposed to eat?"
"What on earth do you want?" asked Polly impatiently
His voice was as soft as the wind blowing in the night, "my purpose is very simple. I'm waiting for my wife. I want to go home with
her."
Hearing that, Polly was stunned for a while and immediately regained her composure. She said rudely, "you can go now. No
matter what you say, I won't go back with you! If you insist on waiting here, then just wait! "
Bruce didn't hang up the phone, and the busy tone came from the phone, reminding him that Polly would not give him any
chance to speak. As if he didn't feel anything, his whole body slumped into the seat.
Owen opened the door of the car, and when he saw that Polly walked directly toward him while avoiding Bruce, he just smiled
like a rose blooming in the night.
Tonight she was doomed to leave with me, and Bruce would not interfere in her to keep a good image in his heart.
Finally, they could sit down and have a good chat.
Although it was in darkness, but in Owen's eyes, it was a deeper and more dazzling smile than the sunlight.
He had been wondering why Owen would come tonight when he was waiting for Polly. The more he thought about it, the less
confident he was. At that time, Dear Polly's phone rang, and Dear Polly urged him to leave.
He had thought of more than a thousand ways to make Owen leave silently and let Dear Polly go back with him. But Owen was
only a stranger to her. Even if she couldn't erase the past, it was in the past. The man was an existence that could not be
ignored. He did not have the power, nor could he manipulate the distant past.

He was standing beside the signboard of Unusual House., with all kinds of flowers falling down from his head.
Watching his wife leave with another man, he could do nothing to stop her. Yes, he had no right to ask her before their marriage
was made public.
With a smile on his face, Owen stared at her affectionately. From his angle, he could only see the back of Dear Polly. He didn't
know if she smiled like Owen.
He felt like there was something blocking his heart, and he could not breathe smoothly. He wanted to call the thin and stubborn
woman, but he could not make a sound as if his throat and hair were tied around the tendons.
Subconsciously, he walked out and touched his hair. The flowers on him back were thrown out. He twirled in the air like a
snowflake swept by the wind.
On the other side, Owen opened the door for her. When she was about to get in the car, Bruce finally opened his mouth and
asked, "Dear Polly, are you going back to your dormitory tonight? No matter how late it is, I will wait for you. "
After this, he immediately turned back and went to the Mercedes Benz.
Owen parked his car, followed by Bruce. They started the engine. From the rear view mirror, she saw Bruce's car. Thinking of
what he had just said, she felt a little uneasy.
What did he want to do? Would he always follow her and wait for her to return to her dormitory after she finished talking with
Owen.
How long will it take? '! Didn't he say that he hadn't had dinner yet?
At the same time, Owen also saw Bruce's car. He frowned as he said jokingly, "if you want to leave with me, why don't you have
any freedom now. What a petty man Bruce was! We just chatted for a short while, but he seemed to be plotting something? Why
doesn't he believe you? "
"Of course not." "He is not that kind of person. He might be worried about me." There must be something wrong with her words,
and she blurted it out somehow.
Hearing that, the light in Owen's eyes darkened. He looked at the bright road in front of him and said lightly, "Should we would
get rid of Bruce?"

Although she could see what was going on from the rear view mirror, she couldn't help turning back to have a look. They kept a
short distance from each other's car.
It was almost eleven o'clock. The road was empty except for some cars passing by. If he sped up now, it was very likely that he
would get rid of Bruce.
But what would happen after she got rid of Bruce?
"I was just kidding. Dear Polly, don't take it seriously. " As he said, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the back of Polly's
hand. As if it was a subconscious act.
"I'm not serious. I just think that it's better to let nature take its course." She lowered her head. Although the warmth she felt just
now was short, it left a light colored trace in her heart.
"That's right. If he wants to follow you, then let him follow you. "
As the car passed through a large patch of shady roads, dense branches and leaves covered the light of the street lamps. In the
dim shadow of his face, Owen narrowed his sharp eyes.
Suddenly, a shrill sound of brake came out in the quiet night. Polly looked back as if reflexively, finding that Bruce's car stopped.
Out of nowhere, Jean staggered all the way and bumped into the front of Bruce's car, as if she had hit her forehead.
Bruce immediately opened the door and got out of the car. He walked over to Jean and pulled her up. "Jean, are you okay? How
are you?"
She closed her eyes tightly, dark liquid flowing out from the corner of her mouth. Panicked, he pulled her into his arms and got in
the car.
Looking at the scene indifferently, Owen said, "Dear Polly, it seems that something is wrong. Do we need to help?"
"No, thanks," said Polly Han indifferently. Bruce will handle it well. We don't need to get involved. "
As soon as Bruce put Jean into his car, he heard the sound of engine of Owen's car. He was stunned and hesitated for three
seconds. Finally, he got into the car and drove to the hospital.
Her phone rang. It was from Bruce. She frowned and hung up the phone. She called him several times, but he didn't answer.
"Is it Bruce's?" Turning his face around, Owen asked gently, "why don't you answer it?"

"I have nothing to talk to him now!"
But if you don't answer, he will keep calling you, which is not good. And you will feel annoyed when you quarrel. "
Without saying anything, she muted the phone. However, after calling her five times, he did not call her again. Perhaps he knew
that she would not answer it.
But a message came soon.
It said, "Polly. Where are you going?". I'll take her to the hospital and go there later.
After reading the message, she threw the phone away. She didn't plan to reply him. But it was also because of this message that
she realized a problem: where would Owen take her?
She was so disturbed just now that she kept on thinking about what had happened between she and Bruce, but she didn't notice
that.
Only then did she notice that the car had already driven out of the main avenue of the city and towards the suburbs.
"Where are you taking me to? Didn't you say that you would tell me the truth? If not for this, I wouldn't have agreed to go with
you! " "Hurry up. Let's just find a tea house," said Polly impatiently, patting her seat
He slowed down, reached out his hand and held her delicate hand.
"When did you start to distrust me like this?" His voice was full of sorrow and desolation. "Do we have to ruin the relationship?"
Polly tried to take her hand back from Owen's grip but failed.
"Do you want to know the truth? I will tell you the truth, no matter what! But before that, I want to take you to a place! " Owen
didn't let loose of her. He took a deep breath and said, "please don't be afraid, dear. I'm your brother, and I believe that as long
as you remember this, you'll be brave. Unless you never treat me as your brother! "
"I didn't!" She rebutted loudly.
Because she used to take him as her brother! But she didn't know since when this man had become the most important force in
her life. She liked him, lingered on him, dreamed one day she could be with him forever like her parents.

"Then why are you so cold to me?" "Since I came back from abroad, you've never treated me like a sister to a brother! You
pretend that you don't know me, and try to avoid me. You don't even want to talk to me! Do you really hate me so much? "
Trying to hold back her excited emotions, Polly turned her face away, not looking into his eyes.
"Dear Polly, you are still the same as before!" It was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad. "When you don't want to answer
my question, you always avoid me. But this time is different from before. You have to answer me! "
He turned her face to him and forced her to look up at his eyes, "tell me, I want you to tell me yourself, do you still hate me?"