Chapter 126: Victor - Helen 1
The two talked, confided, told about the past, present, future, so many things.
Happy.
Parker kissed his wife's forehead in the cold winter, but their hearts were warm.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with love, and said:
"My beloved wife, my Snow Princess. Thank you, thank you very much."
She pinched his cheek, smiled warmly: "Thank me for what, to love you again, to me is the greatest happiness."
The couple smiled happily.
Hugging each other happily under the white snow.
This life they have each other, in the next life they will definitely have each other, will definitely love again, be happy again.
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Christmas Eve at the Collins house.
Peaceful, warm, and happy like that.
But for the Victor family, things are not like that.
In the whole big mansion, there was only Victor, alone.
He sat on the swing, waving his cigarette.
It had been a long time since he had smelled a cigarette.
Bored, he fell into thought.
He thought about Helen.
The girl with the strongest personality and the loneliest he had ever met.
Actually, he had known Helen for almost ten years, but to be more precise, he had only noticed her in the past two years.
Since the day he returned to City A with his friend Parker and Sean.
The first time he saw Helen after ten years, she was very different from the first time he saw her when her father rescued him and brought him back to her house.
At that time, she was alone all day, sometimes at the martial arts school, sometimes at the shooting range.
A place reserved for men, teenagers.
But every day, like every other day, he saw her face there.
The girl liked to adventure with boys, so looking at Helen, she was basically not like a girl at all.
But now, she was still cold and lonely.
There was only one difference.
That was that Helen had grown up and was much more beautiful.
Therefore, when he saw her again, he fell in love with her immediately.
Last year's New Year, after the first day, he went to Collins' house to wish her a happy New Year, mainly because he wanted to see her, but unexpectedly, she came home earlier than expected.
Therefore, he had to hold back all the words he wanted to say, unable to say them.
From then until now, almost a year has passed, just passed Christmas, the new year has come, but he still hasn't seen her again.
He didn't have her phone number, and didn't dare to ask, afraid that she wouldn't give it to him, and he would lose face. Many times he wanted to ask Parker for her phone number, but he was shy.
That he loved her but was still hesitant.
As for her family, he knew but did not dare to come, because, his status was that of a mafia leader, perhaps in the eyes of society, the mafia was not good, the good reputation was few but the bad reputation was many.
Cruel, despicable, murderous, robbers... that was the prejudice of society towards the title of Mafia Boss that he was carrying.
Few people knew what kind of person he was; only close friends knew whether he was good or bad.
As for Helen, he did not know how valuable he was in her heart, what kind of person he was to her; he never knew, and had never asked her directly.
In the past two years, every time he and she met, they argued; if they did not argue, they fought, and they never talked frankly.
Therefore, she still did not understand his intentions; if anything, she only considered him as a normal friend, an old acquaintance.
Thinking of her, he felt sad again, missing her, missing her so much.
"Hellen, I miss you so much."
If only she were here right now, arguing, fighting with each other a few moves, it would be less sad.
But dreams are just dreams, she's not here, the sadder he gets, the angrier he gets.
While he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly vibrated with a text message.
It was an unknown number.
Victor frowned slightly.
But he still opened the message to read.
The content of the message was only a few short, large words.
Followed by two smiley icons.
\\\[Merry Christmas.\\\]
Is that all? Victor was stunned.
He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, and he smiled slightly.
Who would be so free as to be stupid enough to send him this nonsense message in the middle of the night?
After thinking for a while, Victor reluctantly answered.
Normally, when he saw a strange number, he would call back immediately or ignore it.
But tonight, he was upset, so he didn't hesitate to get angry with the owner of this phone number.
Just to relieve stress.
Victor sent a few messages and deleted them, repeating them a few times. He immediately went crazy.
Suddenly asked to reply to a stranger's message, he couldn't do it.
Who was he? As a boss, his nature, no one understood, even Parker had a headache because of him sometimes.
Victor was almost 31 years old, but his personality was always changing, hot when he liked it, cold when he liked it, happy when he liked it, serious when he liked it; few people around him could distinguish which was his real self.
His deep eyes stared at the screen. He pouted.
He only responded with one big word.
"Nonsense" and three more devil face icons.
"Want to get to know me? No way."
He threw the phone aside.
He lit another cigarette, took a drag, and then coughed, coughing so hard that his lungs and liver ached.
Frustrated, he pushed the cigarette away, cursing: "Damn it, who scolded me, suffocating me with the cigarette?"
Little did he know, he had unintentionally created a distance in the process of pursuing his wife.