Love Is As Light As Water, And One Drowns In It For A Long Time

“Beatrice, what is the third rule of the house? Recite it to me!”

Beatrice lowered her head and said in a good manner, “No dating during college.”

Harold’s face was filled with anger, but his low voice was still unhappy.

“What did you promise me at the beginning? What does it mean now? You made a mistake knowingly?”

He had never been so angry before and Beatrice was frightened and took a breath.

She carefully tugged at his collar, her face full of innocence.

“But, brother, I graduated a week ago.”

Harold was stunned at first, then his heart sank suddenly and he pressed Beatrice’s shoulders tightly.

“Okay, you always have an excuse. Then tell me, the Dolton Family has never lacked you for food and clothing, so why do you want to be a tutor to make money?”

He approached step by step and pressed.

“Are you hiding something from me? Are you short of money? Or are you in love with him?”

A strong sense of oppression came and Beatrice’s heart trembled and she lowered her head even more.

Harold was smart enough and she knew that nothing could be hidden from him.

But she didn’t expect that besides being smart, he could also see the essence of things.

Beatrice stood there and her whole body began to stiffen unnaturally.

She racked her brains to come up with a reason that she thought was reasonable and stammered back.

“I’m short of money. I don’t want to owe my sister-in-law a favor... I want to save money to buy her a return gift.”

As soon as the voice fell, her shoulder was pushed away and Harold suddenly relaxed, clapped his hands and laughed.

“Sister-in-law? You adapt quickly.”

Beatrice felt a little confused. Was Harold angry?

He covered his head with a snap and sneered.

“No need, I’ll arrange the gifts and you don’t need to work hard as a tutor anymore, lest others say that our Dolton Family treats you harshly.”

This made it clear that she was deliberately complaining about the Dolton Family, a bit like an ungrateful person.

Beatrice suddenly felt a little wronged and she was about to explain.

“Brother, I don’t mean that. Actually, I want to make money to…”

Before she finished speaking, she gasped in shock at the thunder outside.

A flash of lightning flashed, followed by a deafening roar.

“Ah, no, no!”

Beatrice screamed, her heart pounding like a drum and tears struggling to overflow from her eyes.

Harold frowned, picked her up, put her on the sofa and patted her back.

“I’m here.”

This was Beatrice’s biggest fear. Her father was captured on this stormy night and her mother became crazy at that time and even drugged her to take her to die with her.

Before, she cried and lost her voice countless times in the night of thunder and lightning because of fear.

Now, with Harold’s words, Beatrice’s heart suddenly calmed down.

But less than two minutes later, the harsh ringtone made her heart, which had just relaxed, rose again.

Sure enough, Viola’s anxious voice came from the other side, with bursts of crying.

“Harold, it’s dark at home and I always feel like there’s someone outside. I’m so scared. Can you come and accompany me?”

Feeling the man wavering, Beatrice suddenly exerted force, hugged him tightly and cried so hard that she almost screamed.

“Brother, can you please not leave?”

But Harold hesitated for a moment, pried her fingers apart and responded to her with only indifference.

“After so many years, you should grow up and learn to face it. There are nannies at home. If you are afraid, stay in the living room. They will accompany you.”