Chapter 161
I took out the diamond ring. "I still can't afford a diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg now, so I'll buy a smaller one first. You wear it first, and I'll work hard to make it up to you in the future!"
Rita tried hard to cover her mouth to prevent herself from crying out loud, but how could one restrain emotions like this?
Tears gushed out, not knowing if they were tears of joy, excitement, or panic.
I felt sorry for her and wiped away her tears. "Don't cry. Seeing you cry breaks my heart."
My comfort didn't work. Instead, she cried even harder, holding me tightly, her forehead on my shoulder, her tears wetting my clothes.
I could only comfort her softly, stroking her back gently. Rita's crying gradually turned into soft sobbing, and she said, "Why are you so good to me?"
I looked at her affectionately. "That's because you are also very good to me. Besides my parents and family, you are the best to me. I've said that I will take care of you. I want to be Judith's father and the strongest support for you and your daughter!"
I boasted. "By the way, Rita, I have some good news. My friends and I have established a dance training company in the Grand Vision area, currently undergoing renovations and anticipated completion by the end of the month. I also opened a media company in the Hundred Generations Building, and the other day, I closed a big deal, earning over seven hundred thousand dollars!"
I didn't want to tell my parents about these things, but only Rita did. I had no reservations. I wanted her to see my efforts.
I wanted to show her my responsibilities and make her understand that I was someone worth relying on.
Rita gazed at me, her eyes brimming with unmistakable love, deep gratitude, and surprise.
"Give me a little more time. I will soon catch up with your pace."
"Yes, I believe in you. My man is becoming more and more powerful."
Rita smiled through her tears.
Her praise opened every pore on my body, refreshing me like ice water on a scorching day.
In front of Rita, I always seemed to be a little boy.
"So, Rita, what about this ring?"
"How much did you spend on it?"
Rita wiped away her tears and inquired.
"Not much!"
"What do you mean by 'not much'? Tell me the truth!"
"Less than thirty thousand!"
"What, less than thirty thousand?" Rita tapped me on the forehead. "Even if you have money, you shouldn't spend it like this. Your career has just begun. Starting companies costs a lot of money, not to mention supporting a wife and raising children, all of which require money."
She counted on her fingers, explaining the situation to me. Looking at Rita like this, I didn't feel her greed at all. Instead, I thought that she was down-to-earth and genuine. She was a woman with her own emotions.
"Too expensive. You should return it because you haven't removed the tag. "
"I won't return it!"
I stood up straight, looking her in the eyes. "Rita, I can listen to you about anything, but this ring represents my love for you. It's also what I use to bind your heart. Are you going to reject it?"
In the end, Rita succumbed to my gaze.
"You..."
Rita pouted, and I placed the diamond ring on her right hand's ring finger. The sparkling ring perfectly matched her fair hand.
"It's not that the ring is beautiful. It’s because you wear it, making it radiant."
"Don't flatter me!"
Rita smiled as I hugged her. "From now on, you are mine, and you can't escape!"
Rita looked shy. "Yes, I've been defeated by you. Are you satisfied?"
"I couldn't be more satisfied."
I gently nibbled on her ear. "Rita, do you miss me?"
Rita whimpered. Her voice was so enchanting.
Like a spark falling into a gasoline tank, it instantly ignited me.
"Yes."
"How much?"
Rita didn't speak but instead wrapped around me like a beautiful snake.
She didn't mind the smell of alcohol on me as I eagerly savored her sweetness, my hands not staying still.
At this point, I could have taken Rita. I believed she wouldn't refuse.
But I stopped myself. It's said that drunk people are easily intoxicated. I was drunk, but my heart was clear.
After a dozen minutes, I had my fill and stopped, while Rita was already dazed by my teasing and heavy breathing.
When I stopped, a hint of reluctance and confusion flashed in her eyes.
"Rita, I want to take a bath."
The tears in Rita's eyes faded, and she touched her flushed face. "Go ahead. I'll get your clothes!"
Her shy look made me feel a surge of desire.
I swallowed. "Okay!"
I didn't feel a sense of relief until Rita entered the bedroom.
Damn, I almost couldn't control myself just now. God knows how much determination I had.
The timing was right, but I fed the cat Grace during the day and drank. I didn't want to treat Rita so lightly. She was the one I loved.
Oh, and Mary Walker was also the one I loved.
In the bathroom, I took off my clothes. Cold water poured over my body, gradually cooling the heat inside me.
My mind also cleared up significantly.
The annoying part was having to raise my left hand while bathing to avoid getting the wound wet and causing inflammation, which was too troublesome.
What's worse? I thought of Jenny Smith again. I last talked to her two days ago.
But the events of the day made me feel frustrated. I couldn't muster the energy.
But not talking to her would only lead to overthinking, and then I would have to go out of my way to please her.
Why bother?
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and through the glass, I saw Rita holding clothes and walking in. "I'll leave the clothes here."
I said, "Okay, got it."
"Are you ready to take a bath? Or, should I help you?" Rita asked.
What?
I thought I misheard. "What did you just say?"
"I said I'd help you!"
My head buzzed, and after a while, I realized, stuttering, "No, it's not good. You might get your clothes wet."
I thought Rita would leave, but what I didn't expect was...
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