Chapter 124
Victoria made her wish and opened her eyes to see Martin with his eyes closed, making a wish too.
She was a bit surprised. From what she knew of him, he didn't believe in these things.
She looked up at the meteors lighting up the sky, flashing by one after another.
After Martin finished making his wish, he drove away from the university area.
Victoria looked out the window at the scenery and trees constantly moving backward, saying nothing.
He also quietly controlled the steering wheel. The lights fell on his expressionless handsome face, making him even more impossible to read.
Victoria saw a supermarket and said she needed to buy ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast.
Martin pulled the car over to the side of the road and started to unbuckle his seatbelt. Victoria frowned, "I can go by myself. You should head back. I'll take a taxi home later."
His hand stopped mid-motion on the seatbelt.
Victoria meant well. On one hand, Martin was like a bomb that could explode at any moment. On the other hand, his words were harsh, and today her heart had already been stabbed countless times by him. She didn't want to hear more of his cold remarks.
But he didn't appreciate it. "What? Are you afraid I'll follow you and interrupt your date?"
Victoria was annoyed by him. Too lazy to argue, she pushed open the car door and got out.
Martin followed behind her.
A car suddenly passed right in front of Victoria.
Victoria froze. A large hand suddenly pulled her hard.
She was pulled into Martin's arms.
The car sped away.
Victoria was still shaken. That driver really didn't follow traffic rules at all.
"Can't even cross a street properly. Where are your eyes?"
Martin had wanted to comfort her, but then remembered she was his enemy's daughter. He couldn't be too nice to her, or she'd push her luck and become spoiled.
So his words came out full of blame and impatience.
Victoria tried to push away from Martin, but he held her waist tightly. They crossed the street and entered the mall.
"It's safe now. You can let me go." She struggled free and pushed a shopping cart forward.
A surge of anger rose in Martin's heart, but seeing Victoria's increasingly thin figure from behind, his anger faded a bit.
When he saw her carefully selecting the ingredients he liked, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly. He knew she was trying to please him.
Actually, Martin knew everything. He wasn't stupid.
But putting in effort was better than anything else.
After selecting the ingredients, Victoria pushed the cart to check out.
A child came bouncing over, running around with a water gun and spraying everywhere.
Just as the child was about to collide with Victoria, Martin blocked her.
The water from the water gun instantly sprayed onto Martin's expensive suit.
Martin's face immediately darkened.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to. The child is just too rowdy." A middle-aged woman ran over, slapped the child's bottom a few times, and apologized to Martin.
Because the man in front of them had an extraordinary air of wealth that they couldn't afford to offend.
Victoria was also worried Martin would blow up and couldn't help but speak, "He didn't mean it."
"I'm sorry, I got your clothes dirty. How about you take off your clothes and let my grandma take them home to wash them for you? My grandma washes clothes really, really clean. She's the best at washing clothes in the whole world." The boy held his water gun and looked nervously at Martin.
Martin said nothing.
The boy reluctantly held out his water gun to Martin, "Don't be upset. I'll give you my water gun as compensation, okay? My water gun is really expensive."
The boy's nervous manner made Martin smile. He rubbed the boy's chubby cheek, "How expensive?"
"Two hundred dollars." The boy said seriously.
Martin smiled.
Seeing him smile, both Victoria and the child's grandmother breathed a sigh of relief. The old woman quickly smiled apologetically, "Sir, he doesn't know any better. Kids say the darndest things."
"I'm not lying. It is expensive. Two hundred dollars is what my dad earns in a whole day without eating or drinking."
The boy's voice was mature and serious. Martin couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, "I forgive you, but you'd better not run around in public places like supermarkets. Breaking things and having to pay for them is minor. If you bump into something and hurt yourself, not only will you be in pain, but your family will be sad and worried too."
"I'll remember what you said. You're really a good person."
The boy smiled brightly and kissed Martin on the cheek.
Martin was stunned for a moment. This was the first time anyone had called him a good person.
He maneuvered through the business world, calculating everything, moody and unpredictable, yet in this child's eyes, he was a good person.
Sure enough, in children's eyes, everything is black and white, with no gray areas.
Martin was in a pretty good mood, so he took the initiative to pay for the groceries they bought.
Victoria didn't fight him for it. After all, her monthly salary was only one dollar, so it wasn't worth spending her own money on groceries.
All the way home, Martin's lips were turned up.
He thought about the child in the supermarket and found it quite amusing.
A thought even popped into his head, if he and Victoria had a child like that, would the child be just as sensible?
Martin had often heard his parents say that a child is the bond between a couple, and to have a stable relationship, you need to have a child.
Back home.
Victoria started preparing the vegetables, so they'd be ready to cook first thing in the morning.
Watching her busying herself for him, he suddenly felt like they had returned to their life from a year ago.
"Do you like children?"
Martin held a glass of water and casually walked in front of her. He didn't help wash the vegetables, just asked the question.
Victoria didn't think much of it and answered casually, "Of course I do. Kids are so cute. When we first started dating, I wanted to have your—"
She suddenly realized something was wrong. He hated her so much, how could he want her to have his child?
He'd probably want Mia to have his child instead.
"So you don't want to anymore?" Martin asked with a half-smile, testing her.
Victoria kept her head down, peeling the potato in her hand.
It wasn't that she didn't want to anymore, but that she couldn't.
There was already one in her belly, but tomorrow, she had to get rid of it.
Victoria didn't want to answer, but she was afraid Martin would suddenly turn on her and torment her, so she replied perfunctorily, "I do, but I know you definitely wouldn't let me have one."
He was quite satisfied with her answer and sneered, "Didn't expect you to be so self-aware."
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Collins."
"Do you know what I wished for today?" he asked again.
Victoria pressed her lips together, "I know."
"You really know?" He narrowed his eyes, quite surprised by her answer.
Victoria lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly, "As long as Mr. Collins keeps his promise to help the Gonzalez family and help my father get through this crisis, I'll fulfill your wish."
"Then tell me, what did I wish for?"
Victoria looked up to see Martin leaning against the doorframe, holding a glass, looking relaxed and carefree.
Victoria gripped the peeling knife in her hand tighter and blinked. Of course she knew what he wished for. His biggest wish was hoping for her to die!