Only you in my love

Chapter 844 Does It Hurt

Tim moved so quickly that Michelle wasn't able to push him away in time before his cold lips touched

hers.

She had kissed Leon countless times, yet every time afterwards, her lips would feel blissfully numb and

her body would feel unbearably hot.

But at this time, her body went stiff and she could feel nothing but disgusting.

Her eyes went wide with shock.

Angered beyond belief, she kicked him with all her strength and hit him right in the crotch.

Stunned, Tim felt a sharp, indescribable pain shooting up from his groin. His expression darkened, but

he didn't let her go. Instead, he bit down on Michelle's lip.

The metallic taste of blood quickly spread in her mouth.

Michelle wanted to give him another kick. She raised her leg, but Tim, who had been kicked two times

in a row now, refused to be kicked a third time. He grabbed her raised leg with one hand but pulled

away from the kiss.

"Bastard!" Michelle shouted, shoving him off her.

Tim stumbled backwards.

When he regained his balance, he looked at her and saw Michelle's busted lip, blood coating her lower

lip like scarlet lipstick.

His mouth watered. She looked even more attractive now.

There was a lusty, starved look in his eyes, and he even dared to smile slightly.

However, Michelle's attention was all on her wound. She reached up to touch the wound, but before

her fingertips even brushed her lip, a hand shot out and caught her wrist.

She didn't even have the time to react when a pair of cold lips pressed against hers again. To her

horror, his wet tongue swept over and licked the blood off her bottom lip.

Michelle's body froze.

The next second, she lost her temper. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Ah!" she screamed. Her hand arced in the air and smacked him on the side of the face.

She slapped him so hard that Tim staggered backwards.

His face was so bony that Michelle's palm burned painfully from the slap.

'How could there be such a shameless person!' she thought angrily.

He knew that she didn't like him, yet he had the audacity to force a kiss on her. And not once, but twice!

The more she thought about it, the more disgusted she felt.

Michelle was so angry that she shot him a murderous glare.

However, Tim acted as though nothing had happened. A smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Tongue in cheek, he just stared at the enraged Michelle with amusement.

But when he saw the disgust in her eyes, the light in his gradually dimmed.

He averted his gaze. Then, his eyes landed on her trembling, reddened hand. "Does it hurt? Don't do

that again. Next time, I'll slap my own self for you."

He bent down to take her hand, but Michelle shrank away from him and opened the door. Worried that

she'd wake up her parents, she kept her voice low but firm.

"Leave my house."

Tim froze where he was, half bent with his hand outstretched. Slowly, he withdrew his hand.

He didn't say anything. Seething with rage, Michelle growled, "Now."

Her voice sounded like she was about to lose control, like a boiling teapot on the verge of screaming.

After a while, Tim headed out the door without uttering a single word. When he heard the click of the

door closing behind him, he paused in front of her room for a long time.

He stood in the shadow of the hall, his face shrouded in darkness.

The second she closed the door, Michelle went straight to the bathroom, ignoring her vibrating phone.

She wiped the blood on her lip with a cotton swab and looked for a Band-Aid for her wound.

She squeezed out a generous heap of toothpaste onto her toothbrush and thoroughly brushed her

teeth. Then, she brushed her teeth again. And again.

She brushed her teeth two or three times in a row and gargled several times with some mouthwash.

Finally, she put on a fresh Band-Aid on her wound before going out.

When she checked her phone, she found several missed voice calls and several missed video calls—

all of them were from Leon.

Before she could call him back, her phone started buzzing again. It was Leon, requesting a video call.

In her reflection on the phone screen, Michelle could see the anger on her face and the pink, bunny-

patterned Band-Aid on her lip.

There was no way she'd let Leon see her in such a state, so she switched to voice call and tried to put

on the cheeriest tone she could muster.

"Hello, Leon!"

"Michelle, Happy New Year! Why did you switch to video call?" Leon asked curiously. But before he

could wait for an answer, he continued, "I wanted to greet you a Happy New Year when the clock hit

midnight but when I tried calling, it said your phone was turned off. What happened?"

"Oh..." Michelle's eyes darted around her room in a panic. "Well, I must've turned off my phone by

accident when I threw it on the sofa. My family stayed up late together and when it was the New Year,

we hugged each other. I'm sorry, I didn't know you tried to call me then."

"Oh, so you were with your parents? It's okay." Leon smiled knowingly. He didn't dare to be jealous of

his future parents-in-law.

"Michelle, I hope next year I can say Happy New Year to your face and hug you, too. Happy New Year,

Michelle. I love you."

His tone was so gentle and soothing that it washed away Michelle's anger.

She smiled sincerely and said, "I love you, too."

Elaine got up relatively early. Knowing that her daughter would sleep in, she snuck into Michelle's

bedroom.

She quietly took out a red packet and gently put it on the pillow next to Michelle's head.

Elaine looked at her sleeping daughter affectionately. Michelle tended to sleep with a slight pout, and

the Band-Aid had fallen of in her sleep.

Elaine didn't notice that Michelle's lip was busted.

In her eyes, her daughter was as cute as a sleeping baby.

Seeing the quilt crumpled to one side of the bed, Elaine straightened it out and tucked it under her

daughter's chin. Just then, Michelle turned over, revealing her phone underneath.

Elaine had told Michelle time and time again not to leave her phone under the pillow at night because

she'd be exposed to the phone's radiation. Michelle just didn't listen to her.

Angry but unwilling to wake her up, Elaine shook her head helplessly and picked up the phone to put it

on the bedside table.

But to her surprise, the phone screen was turned on.

And it was on a voice call—a call which lasted 423 minutes and counting. That was a seven-hour

phone call.

Elaine was stunned.

She couldn't help but recall the time she was still head over heels in love with Adams. At the time, there

were no mobile phones. They would have to write to each other if they wanted to communicate.

But due to the distance, it took days and even weeks before they'd get a reply.

If they missed each other so much, they would need to gather their spare money and make a phone

call. Usually, there was a long line at the public telephone booth.

They had to wait in line for half an hour, but they could only talk on the phone for two or three minutes,

even though neither of them was willing to hang up.

She had always talked about how she wanted a personal telephone so that she and Adams could talk

whenever they wanted. They could go and do their own thing, as long as they shouted so that the

person on the other end of the line could hear what they were saying.

Her husband had promised her he'd get her a telephone, but he had fulfilled it a little too late.

By the time they had their own telephone, they had already married and lived in the same house.

Seeing that her daughter and Leon had spent the entire night on the phone, Elaine couldn't help but

sigh and gently place Michelle's phone back on the bed.

She quietly retreated and told her husband what she'd found out, and Adams also let out a heavy sigh.

Michelle woke up at noon. When she went downstairs, Elaine asked her why Tim wasn't there. "I even

prepared a red packet for him."

But Michelle pretended not to hear her.

She hadn't seen Tim since the events of last night. The house next door fell quiet. No one came in or

out, and the house was dark at night.