Winter Is Over, But That's All

When we were in love, I also nestled in his arms like a little girl, playing with his fingers and speaking coquettishly.

“Why don’t you give me flowers or gifts? I see other boyfriends will give me flowers or gifts.”

At this time, Jeff would always pinch my nose in a doting way.

“My Tyne is different from those vulgar girls. How could she like the things that those little women like?”

I recalled the video I just saw in my mind again. The girl was sitting in the middle of the gifts that were almost piled up like a mountain.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that it was not that I was different from him, but that he was just unwilling to spend time on me.

The gifts that others couldn’t even pile up were the surprises that I had begged for for three years but never received.

How could I not feel heartbroken? The three years with Jeff were three real years.

I really believed that he would give me a home.

“Why are you suddenly packing up? Where are you going?”

The familiar voice came into my ears and I paused.

“Nowhere, the closet is too messy, so I clean it up.”

Hearing my answer, Jeff had some doubts on his face, but perhaps because he thought that I didn’t know anyone except him, he still believed my words.

He sighed and reached out to hug me. “Don’t get me wrong. I just treat her as a sister, but I’m going to marry you. That necklace, she said it’s special. I’ll let her wear it for two days. If you’re unhappy, I’ll go and get it back tomorrow. Don’t be unhappy, okay?”

The last “okay” sounded up, the voice was tender, with some coquettish meaning. After three years together, he knew how to make me soft-hearted. Every time I was a little unhappy, as long as he said the last sentence, I would always be soft-hearted and immediately coaxed by him.

But this time, smelling the faint scent of gardenia on his suit jacket, I just felt a sharp soreness on the tip of my nose. Before I could answer, Jeff’s phone rang.

“What’s wrong? The taxi driver has been following you? Don’t be afraid. I’ll be here soon. Go to a crowded place first. Turn up the volume so that he can hear my voice…”

He was anxious and he opened the door and left the house without even looking at me.

The whole house was silent again, as if he had never come back.

I smiled and reached out to wipe away the tears in my eyes.

The necklace that fluttered in his mouth was a bullet that almost shot into my heart.

As a top mercenary, our organization often accepted various shady tasks on the dark web.

And the reason I met Jeff was because he was the employer of that order.

During that time, he was hunted by his enemies and I was his bodyguard, with a protection period of three months.

In those three months, I saved him from danger countless times and on the day when the three months were up, the killer and I hired by the other party fired a bullet at the same time.

The opponent died on the spot and the bullet that shot at me was only half an inch away from my heart. I was lucky to survive.

When I woke up from the hospital bed, Jeff was lying beside me with red eyes, like a frightened rabbit.

“What are you crying for? Our cooperation period has expired and the mercenary is dead. No one can hurt you in the future. Don’t be afraid.”

I really thought he was crying because he was afraid. After all, he was different from me, who dealt with corpses all year round.