The Day He Matured

Brian tormented me all night, but he was still able to wake up early and prepare to go out. As for me, I felt pain all over my body, so I kept lying on the bed, glaring at the man combing his hair in front of the mirror.

Today, he will hire people to renovate the premises, and then import machinery.

“Will you come back at noon?” I yawned and asked.

“No. I came back late in the afternoon. I will buy food for you to eat. Don’t cook anything today, just rest.”

It seems that this guy still has some conscience. He knew he had exhausted me.

I sat up, put my hand in the desk drawer, took out an expensive ring, then approached Brian and placed it in his hand.

Since the day he gave it to me, I haven’t worn it much, only occasionally taking it out to look at it. So, it’s still very new.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“Thank you, Bella.”

He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on top of my head.

I suddenly heard his soft sigh. I raised my hand and patted his broad back. All will be fine. I think so.

Not long after Brian left home, Caily called. I glanced at the clock and saw it was only six o’clock. Perhaps she just woke up.

Companies will usually start work at eight o’clock in the morning. She is a good salesperson and is favored by her boss, so she has her own perks. She may come in late and leave early and doesn’t necessarily go to work on time.

“I’m listening, Caily.”

“What should I do? Yesterday Kelvin brought me into my house. I was so drunk that I accidentally kissed him on the lips. Now he forces me to take responsibility for my actions. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers and standing outside the gate.” Her voice was chaotic.

“Kissed?” I was completely awake and quickly asked.

“Kissed. But that’s not the problem, the problem is that he’s screaming outside the door. Now if I go out, he will catch me.”

Imagining her current situation, I burst out laughing.

Situations that seemed to only exist in movies and unrealistic romance books were now becoming reality for my talkative friend.

It was obvious that Caily liked Kelvin so she kissed him. If she hated him, even if she was drunk, she still couldn’t be intimate with him.

“What? I’m falling into hell and you’re still smiling? You have no conscience.” Caily raised her voice and scolded me.

“Caily, I think you should give him a chance and also give yourself a chance. Try to get to know each other, if you two are not compatible then stop. Kelvin will not marry you as soon as you agree to date him. Think carefully. Imagine if one day he stopped bothering you and liked someone else, would you regret it?” I slowly advised my friend.

“I…”

“Now go out and meet him. Brian said Kelvin is a good person, who only focuses on studying, not promiscuous.”

After saying that, I immediately hung up the phone.

Kelvin’s way of pursuing the person in his heart is similar to Brian’s.

However, Brian has become a thick-faced monument in my heart, no one can usurp his throne.

When I finished changing my clothes, Brian had just returned. In his hand was a portion of beef noodles, sugarcane juice, mixed rice paper, and a few bags of cakes.

“Try to eat it all. Tonight I’ll take you out to dinner.” He said as he put them on the table.

“What’s up? You want me to eat a lot to make me fat and then you will eat me, right?” I crossed my arms, curled my lips, and asked.

“Right.”

“Right?”

“Right. So you should prepare both mentally and physically.”

The truth is that once we thoroughly understand each other’s personalities and bodies, there are no longer any polite words.

But I like this. I feel very comfortable, not constrained, and do not need to maintain my image in the eyes of my partner.

The car left a long time ago, and I was still confused. Suddenly, I wanted to have a vase of roses to put in the living room.

So I quickly went back to get my coat and ran to the flower shop.

When I passed by the clothing store, the store owner immediately called me in.

It turned out that she was giving fashion advice to customers. This customer is the one who often buys dresses designed and sewn by me.

I once heard the store owner say this woman’s name was Mary James, and she was very rich.

“Hello.” I bowed to the two luxurious women in front of me.

“Hello. Haven’t you made a new dress lately? It’s been a while since I’ve been here but I haven’t seen a new dress yet.” Mary frowned and said.

Oh my, my life has been so chaotic lately that I’m not in the mood to sew. Until now, my life has been a little peaceful.

Fortunately, the store owner did not give my phone number to Mary, otherwise, I would have been called and urged by her.

Perhaps Mary asked for a lot, so when the store owner saw me, she called me.

“My hands are a bit sore lately so I can’t sew. I just designed some new dresses and plan to start sewing them this week.” I smiled and soothed her.

“Then give me your phone number, make friends on Zalo, and send me the dress design to see. Once I agree, you will sew it for me. I really like the dresses you designed.”

I hesitated a bit and glanced at the store owner. When I saw her nod, I dared to exchange phone numbers with Mary.

For example, if I sell a dress to the store for twenty dollars, the store sells it to the customer for thirty dollars.

If I sold directly to Mary, the store owner would lose a customer, so I feel very guilty.

After getting my phone number, Mary was very happy. She looked at me from head to toe and praised me for being beautiful and talented. She asked me to bring the dresses to her house when I finished sewing them.

I agreed, said goodbye to her, and continued to go to the flower shop to buy roses.

In the following days, I could only spend some time in the evening sewing dresses for Mary. During the day, I followed Brian to the office to clean and arrange everything.

Although I was very tired, I was very happy and excited. And this was also the time when I felt he had completely escaped the label of a rich man.

He wore cheap labor clothes and boots, and his hands and feet were also stained with paint and cement. However, he is still handsome, not ugly at all.

“For the time being, the office staff is just you and me. When I have a lot of orders, I will hire more staff. But don’t worry, I won’t torment you too much, my accountant.” Brian said while painting the wall.

“Since I graduated, I have not done any job related to this profession. So, please hire a chief accountant. We will hire that person to complete tax returns and financial reports.” I looked at him, lowering my voice to request.

“Rest assured, I can do that. Have you forgotten what I used to do? It’s a small matter.” Brian pinched my cheek.

Yes, right. He used to run Sunshine Bank. Why did I suddenly forget that? Loving a multi-talented person makes me proud.

However, I’m also a bit worried. I’m worried he’ll get tired if he works too much. I just hope that he is healthy.

To be honest, paying a person’s salary when the company has just started operating in the market and has not yet signed many contracts is also a difficulty.

After another week, the company officially operated with about two hundred workers.

Photos of the company’s facilities and employees when posted on the website also look very professional, much more professional than in real life.

Fortunately, Brian’s old partners trusted him so we quickly received their first orders.

He directly supervises the workers’ work process. I must admit that he is extremely meticulous and strict, forcing all finished products to be extremely accurate.

Just like that, three months passed, everything gradually fell into orbit and Brian’s ambitions did not stop there.

He personally designed a spring-summer fashion collection with the intention of introducing it to customers during his upcoming trip to the US.

I originally thought he would hire some designer but no, he designed everything. I also don’t know when he completed this collection.

It wasn’t until this evening that I finally saw Brian’s collection. Looking at his design, I realized that I am not a true fashion designer.

Maybe I can only join MK company. Designing clothes for the upper class is a very difficult task for me.

In short, to become a real fashion designer, I need to be properly trained and cannot rely solely on my innate talent. Each of Brian’s designs has its own name and meaning hidden within it.

“Did you study fashion design? I thought you only studied business administration.” I moved my finger back and forth on the paper, staring at him.

“I study two majors at the same time. How do you see them? Are they beautiful?”

“Very classy. Looking at your design, I feel so incompetent.”

Brian burst out laughing, pulled me down on his lap, and buried his head in my lap.

As a habit, I gently stroked his head, then patted his back. He once said that when he was tired, as long as I did that, he would quickly get better.

Who says only women need a shoulder to rest their head on? I feel that men are just like women.

“Ah.” I screamed when his naughty hand tickled my hip.

“It’s a lame comparison. Depends on the target customer. If you design a really elaborate outfit and use expensive fabric to make it but want to sell it to low-income people, are you willing to accept a loss?”

“Ah. I got it.” I screamed again because I was so ticklish.