Chapter 447 Quite Stupid
I totally got why Brad was so eager at thirty, but come on, we couldn't be messing around with an audience.
This wasn't our soundproofed house; we were separated by a flimsy door that wasn't even properly closed. It was basically like having sex on a live stream.
But Brad was relentless, and I couldn't talk him out of it.
I had no choice but to face the situation. If we kept our voices down, maybe we could get away with it.
Thinking quickly, I tried to calm Brad down, suggesting we could still be intimate but needed to be discreet, ideally silent.
He agreed over and over, but his body was already ahead of him, leaving me with no way out.
In the end, I couldn't fully acknowledge Brad's physical advantage. I tried to dodge him, every twist and turn a desperate attempt to escape, but I realized too late that he'd already won.
I clamped my hand over my mouth to muffle any sound and ended up keeping it there for half the night.
During that time, I prayed hard for two things: that the bed would hold, and that anyone outside was deaf to the sounds within.
Luckily, the small bed propped up by stones was super stable and didn't make any creaking sounds. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain it to the Declan couple.
Thankfully, when I emerged the next morning, everyone seemed clueless, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After helping Brad clean the car, I set off back to the city with Elliot and Declan. We had a productive trip, and we'd go back to organize the materials and then contact professionals for on-site exploration.
The road was still bumpy, making me dizzy. I sat in the passenger seat with my eyes half-closed, feeling lazy and weak, but my mind was racing.
Jenny was bound to notice Brad's visit. With her already brewing resentment and her knack for stirring up trouble, there was no telling what kind of chaos she'd unleash on us.
I had no idea what Jenny had planned; all I could do was react as things unfolded.
As we stepped out of the car downtown, I nearly tripped, but Brad steadied me.
"What's wrong? You seem out of it," Brad asked worriedly, holding me between his arm and body.
I replied, "Nothing, I'm just worried."
Brad frowned slightly at my words, paused in thought, then said, "Don't worry, I've got this. Let's grab some food first. Skip the lab today and head back to the hotel to rest."
Just then, a young couple walked past us and exchanged a knowing smile, and the girl even glanced at my neck.
Seeing this, I was so embarrassed I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.
Brad was getting more and more improper.
Throughout our meal, Brad's phone rang repeatedly. It was right by his hand, so we both saw the caller ID: Jenny. She was relentlessly calling, letting it ring briefly before hanging up and calling again immediately.
With each call, Brad's expression grew more and more furious.
"Why don't you answer it? Maybe it's urgent," I said softly, holding his hand.But Brad just squeezed my hand reassuringly, then let go and silenced his phone, placing it face down on the table. "I'll deal with it later," he said. "I can already guess what she wants: some made-up crisis at the construction site needing my immediate attention."
I tried to eat slowly, but we still finished in less than an hour, which meant Brad and I would be separated again.
When Brad picked up his phone, there were fifty-seven missed calls staring back at him. The fifty-eighth call came in a moment later. I couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the phone to answer.
There was no escaping it. Jenny already knew, so why bother trying to hide it?
"Brad, are you with Jane again? Did you forget your promise to me? Did you forget our agreement?" Jenny's sharp voice pierced my eardrum, and I instinctively threw the phone.
Brad snatched it up, his eyes blazing with anger, but also clouded with a deeper, more somber expression.
"Ms. Taylor," he said, "I'd appreciate it if you'd refrain from using such language. Jane is my girlfriend, and she will be my wife. I expect you to show some respect, both for her and yourself. We had an understanding, not a binding agreement, and frankly, your actions were what ultimately violated that understanding. Since you, the one who initiated it, couldn't abide by it, I'm certainly not obligated to either."
"You had an ulterior motive all along," Jenny spat.
Brad was furious, gripping the phone so tightly his fingertips turned white.
"You're all bastards. I saved your life! Without me, you'd be dead," Jenny continued.
"Ms. Taylor, I acknowledge my debt to you for saving my life, and I have repeatedly affirmed my intention to repay you. You may name your terms, provided they remain within the bounds of ethical, legal, and social propriety. However, I cannot offer you love or family," Brad replied.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by earth-shattering sobs. Jenny's cries turned to wails as she hurled insults and curses our way, wishing us a terrible fate.
A man's gentle voice, so like Michael's, told her to stop drinking and take care of herself. Only he would have the patience for her in this state.
"Brad, you bad man. Jane, you bitch. You'll get your comeuppance. Just wait and see. I won't let you off easily," Jenny shouted.
The call ended, but Jenny's voice, sharp as shards of glass, stayed lodged in my mind.
Brad slowly lowered his hand holding the phone, his face grim.
Jenny was absolutely insane! How could someone who seemed so sophisticated be so viciously spiteful?
The Taylor family wasn't ordinary; how could they raise such a malicious and self-righteous descendant?
I was so foolish before. How could I think Jenny was good and even try to set her up with Brad? Maybe if I hadn't meddled back then, Brad wouldn't be suffering so much now.
Jenny aimed to use her act of salvation to dominate Brad utterly, crushing his pride and satisfying her years of yearning for power over him.
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