Come Back to Me

"Ha ha, don't worry. I have a clear estimation of myself."
Tracy sneered, but she saw Ray's insidious black eyes staring at her with hatred not far away.
She was shocked and her hair seemed to rise. After she came back to her senses, Ray's eyes had returned to normal.
Ray's eyes were now calm, and his change so fast that Tracy thought she was dazzled and had an illusion.
When Brody turned around and saw Ray, he immediately walked towards him with a smile.
Looking at the happy smile on Brody's face, Tracy felt quite sad in her heart. She brushed her nose and told herself that.
'Brody Ye won't be nice to me, but I must be nice to myself.
...... The split thread
The next day, at the dawn, Tracy was woken up by a pair of black eyes. Usually, she couldn't sleep well, so she was extremely
sensitive to anything around her.
So, when a pair of black eyes stared closely at her face, she was shocked and sat up abruptly as if she had been struck by
lightning.
She opened her sleepy eyes and saw Ray's cold little face.
She was shocked, "Ray, what are you doing here? Why do you get up so early? "
Tracy was startled. When she realized what was happening, she asked.
Ray, on the other hand, was still staring at her, his eyes wide open, as he was dressed in a thin layer of clothes.
Tracy suddenly had a feeling of trepidation when she was stared at by such a little boy. For the first time, she was shocked at
how cold he was.
He was expressionless.
Feeling a bit exhausted, Tracy sighed and said cautiously, "Ray, my dear, your father might have something to deal with, so he
didn't come back last night. Can you go back to your room and go to bed yourself?"

For the first time, she had a sense of inability. Although Ray was already a six-year-old, she had to coax him to sleep like he was
a two-year-old baby.
But the boy remained emotionless.
She was so helpless and didn't know what to do.
She would cry in despair most of the time when Brody was raged.
But now, there was nothing Tracy could do.
She didn't know how patient she would have to coax the child.
Yesterday, after coaxing Ray for a while, Brody received a call and ordered her to take care of the kid in a commanding tone.
As he spoke, his tone of warning echoed clearly in her mind. "Take good care of Ray. Otherwise, you are the only one to be
blamed."
A wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Tracy mocked herself, 'I've really become a tool for him, not only to vent his
sexual desire. Totally a tool.
Ray's appearance distracted her sleepiness, so she got up and dressed.
Ray, like a ghost, stood beside and stared blankly ahead.
Again, she was frightened. "Ray, what's up?"
She squatted down and touched the little boy's face with her palm.
However, the boy just stretched out his hand to slap her hand away and continued to look ahead.
The boy's nonchalance finally made her lose her temper.
With a wave of anger, Tracy pulled the boy into her arms and placed him on the bed, shouting, "sit here and wait for me..."
Afterward, she walked out. To her relief, Ray had no intention of resisting her and sat there quietly.
After getting the clothes, Tracy turned around and stared at the boy, with a hint of guilt rising from the bottom of her heart. 'maybe
I have treated him too bad, ' she thought.

But soon, the boy's cold face dispelled her guilt.
She forcibly grabbed Ray's arm and helped him put on his clothes. Then she looked down at that little face with a little bit of
impatience.
But she couldn't control her emotions anymore. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
Ray was tightly held in her arms without being noticed by herself.
She was a little annoyed, though Ray's coldness had worn out her patience.
However
His tightly closed lips softened her heart again.
He was just a kid who had suffered an attack.
Just like herself, who had no mother, they were just poor victims.
Tracy cried silently after helping Ray put on his clothes. In this way, she spent the next morning in tangle and confusion.
During this time, Brody gave a phone call to Ray.
She didn't want to know the content either.
She had been wrestling with this for the whole morning.
"Ray..."
She shouted in a panic and ran upstairs.
"Ray, where are you?" She had been sitting on the sofa for a while, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Ray..." Feeling no response from the other side of the line, she added in a louder voice.
In such a busy day, the servants were all busy now. Tracy could not help but laugh at herself. How could she possibly hear any
response from the servants?
Ray was speechless and could not speak at all.

Ray, where are you?
Burning with anxiety, she quickened her pace. She searched every room, but still couldn't find Ray.
She was anxious and about to cry.
"Ray..." She was so anxious that she almost cried. With a louder voice, she started to cry again.
But there was no response.
When she was about to leave the room in a hurry, a small figure caught her eyes.
At the door of the study.
"Ray -"
She was overjoyed.
Finally, she found him. She was relieved.
She rushed upstairs and opened the door of the study. A beautiful scene suddenly appeared in her sight.
It was the "Corn poppy" of a potted plant. The flowers were so colorful and the delicate petals were mixed with each other.
Funny. Compete for glory.
Beautiful. Tracy's eyes were immediately attracted.
The potted flower seemed to have taken away Tracy's soul. She loved flowers.
"Ray, where did you get this?"
She dashed to the desk, beaming with joy.
At the same time, she seemed to have forgotten that Ray was a silent boy and had no too much eye contact with her.
As she waited for a response, the smile on her lips froze. It was only then that she turned to look at Ray and remembered what
had just happened
"Ray, you frightened me just now. You can't do that again. Got it?"

Said Tracy in an earnest and enlightening tone.
As expected, the response was still indifference.
Tracy turned around in disappointment. She was a little disappointed, but she was not interested in it.
Suddenly, a hand reached into the office table by her waist and tore a leaf from flower.