Chapter 188: I beg you

"I'm a bastard when I say this, because I'm going to marry Melanie. I'm sorry for you, and I'm even more sorry for Melanie. I shouldn't have said it in the first place, because I knew you wouldn't understand. You have a zest for life, which is exactly what I lack, so how can I not like you? You can love boldly and hate strongly, but I can't. Why are you as innocent as fire, like wind, like wild creatures, and I'm one" She thought of Melanie, as if suddenly she saw her pair of delicate brown eyes, those trance eyes, those quiet little hands with long black lace gloves, and saw her kind of vein and warmth. So she suddenly came to the nameless fire, her father also killed people because of the nameless fire, and some other Irish ancestors also did illegal deeds because of the nameless fire, and gave their lives. Her mother's family had been upbringing for generations, and she could silently endure big things, and now this virtue was lost in her at all.

"Why don't you say it, you coward! You're afraid to marry me! You'd rather live with that stupid girl, she won't say anything else except promises, and she will give birth to a litter of cubs in the future, and they will all talk around the bush like her! Why one"

"You shouldn't say that about Melanie!"

"You bastard, why shouldn't I say it! How old are you, dare to come and teach me a lesson? You coward, you bastard, you make me think you're going to marry me."

"Speak fairly," he begged, "when will I be one?"

Even though she knew what he was saying was true, she didn't want to be fair. He had never crossed the line of friendship with her, and the thought of this gave rise to her heart with a wave of anger, anger at the wounded pride and female vanity. She pursued him, but he didn't like her at all, and would rather have a pale little silly girl like Melanie. Alas, she regretted not listening to her mother and the black mother's teachings, don't show her liking for him, then she won't end up humiliating!

She scrambled to her feet, her hands clenched into fists. Standing in front of her, his face was filled with the pain of silence, which is what a person looks like when he is forced to face the reality of distress.

"I hate you to death, you bastard, you nasty and dirty" What words should she scold? She couldn't think of a more vicious word.

"Scarlett—I beg you—"

He reached out to her, and just then, she slapped him with all the strength she had. With a snap, it was like a whip in the silence of the room, and her anger suddenly subsided, and she felt only a sense of desolation in her heart.

There were a few red marks on his fair and tired face. He didn't say a word, just took her weak hand and kissed it on the lips. Then, without waiting for her to speak, he walked away, and gently closed the door.

She sat down again very abruptly. In her anger, she felt her knees go limp. He was gone, and she couldn't forget his slap face until she died.

She heard his soft, low footsteps disappear through the long hallway, and she suddenly realized the gravity of her actions. She lost him forever. He would hate her in the future, and when he saw her, he would remember how she had flattered him in every possible way, but he didn't mean anything to her.

"I'm all the way to Harney Welks." She suddenly remembered, and remembered how everyone had contemptuously made fun of Hani's debauchery before, and she laughed especially hard. She seemed to see Hani squirming and sneering at the young man's arm, and when she thought of this, she couldn't help but be angry again, angry with herself, angry with Ashley, angry with everyone. Her hatred for everyone comes from her hatred of herself, because the infatuation of this flower season girl has been frustrated and has lost face, so she is angry and ashamed. Only a small part of her infatuation is sincere tenderness, and most of it is vanity and pride, which is naturally attractive. Now she has failed, but the fear in her heart is greater than the feeling of failure, she is afraid that she will make a fool of herself in public. Is she as explicit as Hani? Everyone's laughing at her, right? She shuddered at the thought of this.