Chapter 453 Excitement
Whether Brad replied to my message right away or not didn't really matter, because soon enough, we'd be breathing the same air under the same blue sky.
In the days leading up to my return, I barely got any sleep because I was constantly worried about Brad. But once the plane hit cruising altitude, I actually managed to doze off.
The plane touched down at Silverbrook City Airport at 9 PM. The place was lit up like a Christmas tree, a stark contrast to the dark night outside.
Brad was there waiting for me, standing eagerly at the exit. As soon as he saw me, he rushed over, grabbed my suitcase, and held my hand tight with his other one. "Are you tired? Cold? Here, take my jacket."
"I've been sleeping the whole time, so I'm not tired. And I'm wearing a sweater, so I'm not cold. Brad, I missed you." For the first time, I just came out and said it.
Brad squeezed my hand tighter, a smile spreading across his face. "I missed you too—so much that I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you." At that moment, I wanted to throw myself into his arms and cry, letting all my worries, fears, and sadness pour out.
But I couldn't. If it was tough for me, it must have been even harder for Brad. A few days felt like a lifetime.
Brad helped me into the passenger seat and turned to call Elliot and Bronte, but saw they were already loading their luggage into a taxi.
Bronte winked at me and mouthed, "We won't disturb you two. See you at the hotel."
The taxi sped off, and Brad glanced in its direction, smiling.
Even though it was late winter and early spring, the night wind still had a bite to it. But the night sky over Silverbrook City was dotted with countless stars, making it breathtakingly beautiful.
The car ride was smooth, with soft music playing in the background. The faint smell of leather mingled with the music in the small space.
My restless heart finally found some peace, and I felt steady and secure.
With Brad by my side, I felt at ease. Thank goodness Brad was here.
Suddenly, tears started streaming down my face. I tried to wipe them away with both hands, but the more I wiped, the more they flowed.
"Why are you crying?" Brad asked, frantically wiping my tears with the back of his hand, his eyes full of concern. "What happened? Please don't cry. It's okay; don't cry."
I didn't want to cry either, but the tears just wouldn't stop.
Brad said, "Don't cry, baby. We can't stop here. Tell me what happened, okay? Did someone hurt you? I'll take care of it."
There were still a lot of cars on the road. Brad had to keep an eye on the traffic while also worrying about me. He patiently comforted me, sweat forming on his forehead.
After a bit, I finally stopped crying. I rubbed my stuffy nose and whispered, "No one hurt me. I'm just scared."
"Scared of what? Did someone threaten you?" Brad got even more anxious. The usually calm guy was so flustered that his hands were shaking on the steering wheel."No, I'm scared someone will take you away," I finally admitted. The tears I had just managed to stop started flowing again. "What if Jenny tricks you away?"
Brad chuckled when he heard this. "Do you not have confidence in yourself or in me?" he asked, amused.
"It's not about confidence," I replied. "Anyone can see what Jenny is up to. No matter how confident I feel, I can't guard against her tricks. If I hadn't been there last time, who knows what could have happened."
Brad sighed. "Last time was my mistake for falling into her trap. It won't happen again. And even if something similar happens, I won't let her succeed. Jane, you have to understand that all the excuses about being drunk or drugged are just that—excuses. A person's mind can shift from clear to confused. As long as there's a moment of clarity, that's enough to make the right decision."
Really? In most romance novels, this kind of plot always happened. It was either getting drunk or being drugged, and the male lead was never spared.
My rational mind told me countless times to trust Brad. But there was always a voice in my head reminding me that things weren't as simple as they seemed. Jane, you need to be mentally prepared. What would you do if another woman became intimate with Brad?
What would I do? That was a hard question to answer.
As we entered the city, the traffic thinned out. Brad found a spot to park the car and leaned over to hug me.
"Feeling a little jealous, sweetheart?" He leaned down, resting his chin on my shoulder, his warm breath brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
Brad's steady heartbeat gradually calmed my restless heart. His familiar embrace always made me feel at ease. As long as he was there, I felt at ease.
"I'm not jealous; it's just that Jenny always has her eyes on the one I love, and I don't like that," I said.
I didn't expect that one casual sentence would make Brad suddenly so emotional. He cupped my face, his voice trembling as he asked, "Baby, what did you say? Say it again, I didn't hear it clearly."
I wasn't sure what I had said that affected him so much, so I replied, a bit confused, "I said I'm not jealous."
Brad asked, "And? What else?"
I thought for a moment and responded, "I said I don't like it. It's normal that I don't like Jenny always trying to get you. What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? It's a bit scary."
"Not that part. The part before that. What did you say I am to you?" Brad patiently guided me, his eyes full of anticipation.
I carefully recalled the sentence and suddenly realized, feeling a bit guilty.
We had been together for a year, and Brad constantly expressed his love for me, making me feel his love through his actions. However, I had only passively enjoyed his affection, never actually saying the words "I love you" that couples often shared and cherished.
No wonder just mentioning the one person I loved made Brad so emotional!
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