Chapter 19

I returned home feeling uneasy. Only my dad was watching TV in the living room. When he saw me coming home, he put on a mysterious smile and said, “You’re back.”

“Well, where’s my mom?”

“Go back to your room. I heard from your teacher that you are in a premature love relationship?” Dad asked with a curious look.

“Hey, no, you’re just listening to his nonsense.” I quickly denied it.

“Of course there are two, twins. You’re good.” The old father smiled ambiguously.

“Didn’t I tell you? I was just joking.” Oh my God, she even said this? I can’t imagine how my mother would feel.

“Okay, I won’t care about you, but you still have to focus on your studies and remember your last name.” Seeing that I refused to say anything, my father stopped asking questions.

“Where’s my mom? Doesn’t she help me with my homework?” I felt a little guilty.

Dad lowered his voice and said, “Your mother seems a little unhappy. I told her about your premature love, but she didn’t say a word. She might be worried that it would affect your studies.”

My heart sank. Without saying anything more, I returned to my room and began to do my homework with trepidation.

I didn’t see my mother the whole night until I went to bed. She locked herself in the room, as if she had closed her heart.

It was all caused by Laura, the devil. Sooner or later, I will take revenge on her and make her beg for mercy under my crotch. But, there is Fiona standing in the way. What should I do?

For the next four days, I didn’t see my mother again. Every night when I came home from self-study, she would always stay in her room. I even doubted whether this person still existed in the house. Fortunately, I came home quite late every day, so my father didn’t notice anything unusual.

It’s just that I feel a little uncomfortable without a beautiful woman by my side to flirt with while I’m doing my homework.

Until Friday, today was the end of the third monthly exam. It was a rare Saturday without classes and no evening self-study. I returned home early. My father had not yet gotten off work. My mother was lying on the sofa alone, staring blankly ahead, and I had no idea what she was thinking.

Mom was wearing a warm grey silk shirt, with one button open on her towering chest, revealing her snow-white and deep cleavage, paired with a black skirt, her slender legs slightly bent, her soft curves exuding an alluring smell. The cold wind from the air conditioner couldn’t suppress the raging fire in my heart. Originally, I could enjoy this beautiful body to my heart’s content, I could touch it, lick it, and ravage it to my heart’s content ... Unfortunately, now I dare not do anything, I can only clearly shout:

“Mom, I’m back.”

Awakened by my voice, my mother came to her senses, looked at me coldly, said nothing, and got up to go back to the bedroom.

Of course I couldn’t let go of this rare opportunity, so I quickly stepped forward to stop her and said, “Mom, listen to me.”

She ignored me and walked around me. I quickly grabbed her arm. Unexpectedly, my mother slapped me in the face as if she was stimulated by something, and shouted, “Don’t touch me!”

The loud slap on my face was so painful that it was obvious that my mother had not held back at all this time. However, I was not stunned. I still held my mother tightly with one hand and said, “Can’t you just listen to my explanation?”

“What’s there to explain? Let me hear you lie to me again.” Mom was a little agitated. Obviously, her anger had not subsided in the past few days. Instead, it accumulated more and more because she had no place to vent it.

“Mom, it’s not what you think.” I explained weakly.

My mother struggled like a little girl, shrieking, “I don’t want to hear it, let me go!”

I felt both distressed and helpless, so I had to use my arms to hold my mother in my arms to prevent her from escaping.

“Mom, calm down.”

After struggling for a while as if to vent her anger, she found herself unable to escape her son’s embrace. She leaned against me weakly, tears silently flowing out: “Calm down? How can I calm down? You have been lying to me from the beginning. Ha, beast.”

My mother’s eyes were dim, tears were streaming down her face, and she stopped struggling. There was a hint of sneer on the corner of her mouth, and I didn’t know if she was mocking me or herself.

“That’s not true. I didn’t lie to you.” I had no choice but to go down this path.

Hearing what I said, my mother was furious again. She struggled to open my arms and glared at me: “How dare you say you are not in love?”

I know that what my mother cares about is not my love affair, but that I cheated on her. The infidelity between mother and son, she could have comforted herself by saying that her son likes her. Doing something in the name of love is absurd, but it can also be an excuse. But now I find out that all of this is a lie, and all the excuses for my actions are gone. For my mother, this is indeed a bit cruel.