CHAPTER 477: KENT BAI'S PAST
Janetta shook her head and squeezed out a bitter smile, “I’m not saying this to make you sympathize me and be my charity. I just want to tell you that I don’t want an unfaithful man and take my mother’s old path. Maybe, I have what they called a love phobia.”
Kent’s face changed slightly and his brows were furrowed. She just said that she would try to trust him and he had been making changes for her. How could it changed in an instant?
“Then you mean, you still don’t want to be with me?”
“If I don’t, will you let me go?”
“No,” Kent answered easily.
“Then your question was bullshit.”
“Janetta, you can’t overlook the changes I’ve made for you.” Even if Alan Hoyle was laughing at him, the love prodigal began to cultivate his character.
“I know. I’m not blind. So I’m willing to try to trust you again.”
She remembered what Olive said to her: An unfaithful man before the wedding wasn’t necessarily unfaithful to his family after marriage. And a man who followed the rules before marriage wasn’t necessarily wouldn’t cheat after marriage. Human had two sides.
Kent swore to sky, “That’s it. Those who have done bad things are extremely valuable after changing. Janetta, I promise you will be the only one in my eyes and heart from now on.”
Janetta still shook her head and wasn’t that touched. “Don’t say that too early and too full of yourself. An oath is just a light words, and people’s hearts are easily changing. Back then, that man had vowed to grow old with my mother, but he betrayed her after a few years, even forcing my mother to a divorce
with no bits of mercy. Until the day she died, she still kept the love letters that man gave to her when he pursued her. She had a basket of sweet talks and there were a lot of vows, but they were all lies and jokes in the end. I won’t love as selfless as my mother. So, Kent Bai, there’s only one chance for my love. Before today, I don’t want to care how many women you had, nor can I care. But, after today, I hope you can treat me wholeheartedly. And don’t find any excuses for work or whatever, that was how that man lied to my mother. I don’t like that. So, if you want to keep me by your side, don’t let me catch you with other women, secretly and openly. Or, I’ll choose to leave.”
Kent held her hand and lightly kissed her lips. “I won’t give you a chance to leave.”
“You also can’t interfere with my work. I know you’re rich, enough for you to spend for a lifetime. And you also said several times that you want to take care of me, but that’s not the reason for me to give up my job. Feelings are changeable and the world has too many temptations. I don’t want to be like my mother when one day, when you’re tired of me and kicking me out, I don’t even have the ability to support myself.”
It was a kind of sorrow for a woman to become a man’s accessory and couldn’t live herself after her man left her. Love could be betrayed and beaten, but it couldn’t be strong.
Kent stared at this woman seriously negotiating with him and staying with him. Since the start, she had planned for the worst to come. He really didn’t know what to feel.
The shadow of one’s youth could affect a person’s future, perhaps for a lifetime.
He hugged her tightly, “You know? We’re actually the same. The only difference is that it’s your father betrayed your family, but it’s my mother who betrayed my father and ran away with a rich man. At that time, I was only seven. My father and I begged her not to go, but she said that man could give her a jeweled life, living in a bungalow and villa, going out with luxury cars. Instead of being confined in a small alley, needing to fight to use the bathroom, worried someone would peep when taking a shower,
and she had to prevent dirty water from splashing her. So, she preferred to be a mistress and refused to look back at me and my father. At the age of ten, my father died from alcohol. After that woman left, he fell into drinking habit. Every day after getting off work, he would drink to numb himself. Before this, he was a man who didn’t drink, smoke, gambling, and waste all of his money on himself. He would cook and do laundry every day after he got off work. After he died, the relatives didn’t take me in I had nowhere to go, but people always have to eat. I can be hungry, so I learned to steal, throw a fist, and to be reckless. All the children there were afraid of me, their parents all hated me. I was a thorn to their eyes, but I had no choice, I had to live. And that went on until I was fifteen. At that time, Dragon Gang was only a small gang. When they were fighting with other small gang, their boss was seriously injured. He was pursued to be killed, and passed out in the alley. I saved him and hid him in the house, in that 20-square-meter house—my father’s only inheritance for me. I used my stolen money to buy medicine and gauze for him, taking care of him for three days. Just like that, I was taken to the Dragon Gang by him and became his adopted son. I didn’t have to worry about starving every day anymore.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.