Chapter 22: His Gentleness Was Intoxicating
I coughed awkwardly, and then said in a low voice, “well, today you may not be
possible to make love with me.”
He froze for a while and looked at me, “what do you mean?”
“Well, it means that I am having my period!”
Wayne Gilbert’s face was darkened. I could find that he was unhappy because
he couldn’t have sex with me.
“Yesterday your period didn’t come.” He buckled his belt, lit a cigarette and
smoked.
I suppressed a smile, hid my look of schadenfreude, and opened the car window
in order to let the cold air in. The cold air could calm him down passingly.
“It came this afternoon, and you don’t want to have sex with me during
menstruation, do you? In my opinion, you are not young anymore, so you should
distract yourself from sexual activities. Making love every day is bad for your
health.”
Wayne Gilbert glanced at me, and his unfathomable eyes made my spine feel
cold. I sensed that he was thinking something dirty in his mind!
“If you are not convenient to have sex with me, how about using your mouth?”
His eyes moved up, and there was surging sexual desire in his deep eyes.
I was stunned for a moment, and did not understand his words at the outset, until
“You are shameless, Wayne Gilbert. Don’t even think about it.” I rolled my eyes
and turned away from him as if I was angry.
He didn’t force me to do that when he saw me seem to be really angry.
I didn’t understand how strong the sexual desire that a thirty-one-year-old man
had. The only a few times of having sex with him made me unbearable. I had
even pleaded for mercy. Sometimes, I wondered that would he sleep with
another woman besides me? I knew a little bit about the circle of the rich. They
liked to sleep with young model and make love with the schoolgirl.
So would Wayne Gilbert be one of them?
Thinking of this, my face looked bad. I had a clean passion for emotion, I could
accept the relationship with Wayne Gilbert that came to nothing, and accept the
fact that he didn’t love me. But I couldn’t accept that he slept with me after he just
had sex with other women.
“Wayne Gilbert, would your girlfriend care about that you are with me?”
Although I was sure that he was not married, but I thought that as a thirty-one-
year-old man, he could not be without a steady girlfriend that was regarded as
his marriage partner, especially the excellent men like Wayne Gilbert. I believed
that he was surrounded by many women...
“You’re prying into my life, Lydia?”
He half smirking, his eyes seemed to see through everything. I was stared at by
his cold and severe eyes, and I shook head without aspiration, “absolutely not, I
was just asking and curious!”
I had a deep relationship with him, we knowing every physical details of each
other, but after making love, when he put up the pants, we became the most
familiar strangers again. This kind of dramatic thing was in novel, but it just
happened to me...