Something that he had never dared to think or think about before had happened today. It was a huge blow to Tang En. When Shania whispered "I love you" in his ear, his heart beat wildly before finally stopping.
He stood rooted to the ground like a statue. He did not even react when Shania waved goodbye to him.
He was not a fool, nor was he an idiot. He knew what "love" was, and what "I love you" meant. He could not lie to himself and say that it was Shania's expression of affection for him as an elder. She could say "I love you" to her own parents, but to a man who was not related to her by blood, there was only one answer.
She had really fallen in love with him.
Tang En felt like his head was about to explode. This kind of thing … this kind of thing … how could it happen to him?
There was no foreplay, no foreplay, and it was for real. Tang En's heart could not take it.
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Sitting in the car that Shania had sent him, Tang En was still thinking about everything that had happened in the past two days. He wanted to connect the dots and find clues from them. Then he realized that the reporter, Lisa Aria, was right. Shania was not angry like he thought she would be. Instead, she was jealous.
A girl who liked him wanted to give him a surprise, but ended up seeing him bring another flirtatious woman home. What would that feel like? Tang En had never been in a relationship before, but he had watched soap operas and understood.
So the question was, why did Shania have such feelings for him? He had always tried not to use the word "love", because he felt that "love" was a heavy responsibility, and he was not ready to accept this word at the moment.
Was it just because they were together often?
Well, in China, there was a saying, "Love grows with time."
But Tang En did not feel that he had anything on him that could make a woman fall in love with him after a long period of contact. He liked to drink, smoke, was moody, careless, did not care about the details, did not care about hygiene, did not know how to say sweet nothings, did not know how to give expensive gifts, was a male chauvinist, self-righteous, selfish, possessive, unreasonable, would rather betray the world than have the world betray him … and sometimes a little hypocritical.
Actually, the media wasn't wrong. They basically couldn't find anything positive about me. Tang En mocked himself.
Tang En took out his phone and called the taxi driver, Landy. "Landy? Are you free now? Not working? That's good. Can you come to Heathrow and take me home? No … no, don't drive. Do it yourself. Help me drive a car back. Thank you! "
After the call, Tang En continued to sit in the car, thinking about the problem that gave him a headache.
Could it be that the little girl had been with him for too long that she had naively mistaken "like" and "favorable impression" for "love"?
Tang En immediately shook his head and rejected the idea. Shania was no longer a thirteen-year-old child. Besides, she was a Brazilian girl. It was impossible for her to not know what "love" was at the age of eighteen.
Tang En decided not to think about the problem that he could not figure out for the time being. He raised his head to look at the blue sky outside the car window. Planes were taking off and landing in the sky above Heathrow Airport. This was a busy airport.
After saying these words, how did Shania feel?
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Shania seized the last moment before the plane took off to call her agent to inform her that she was going back.
"Is it done, Shania?" Fasal asked with a smile on the phone.
"Yes, it's all done."
"What's his answer?"
"I left without listening to it. He's probably still in a daze. Uncle Tony's psychological endurance is too weak … "Shania said with a pout.
"You're still talking about others. You're the same. You don't even know the answer now. What should you do next? "
"What else can I do? Just wait. Maybe he'll call me, maybe he won't … Mr. Fasal, am I being a little too willful? "
"A little willful. But when dealing with someone like Tony, not being willful enough won't work. I can only wish you good luck, Shania. What Tony will think, I can't guess at all. "
After hanging up the phone, Shania sat on the chair and followed the flight attendant's instructions to fasten her seatbelt. She thought back to the conversation she had with Mr. Fasal when she decided to take some time out to return to Nottingham.
She decided to reveal all her thoughts to her agent. She told Fasal that she had always liked Uncle Tony, and that this liking had gradually developed into love. She did not know how to explain the reason for this change and how it came about. She could only say that she had indeed fallen in love with Uncle Tony. She was already eighteen years old, and Uncle Tony was about to turn forty. She did not want to wait any longer, so this time she had to fly back to Nottingham and use the opportunity to celebrate Uncle Tony's fortieth birthday to confess to him.
Fasal was not surprised by any of Shania's words. He only asked Shania. She decided to ask if she had the confidence to make Twain accept this feeling.
Shania's answer was full of confidence. Because through these few years of contact, she felt that Uncle Tony was sincerely good to her. This kind of kindness would not appear on a stranger. After all, Twain was not her father, nor was he one of her relatives. So Shania felt that this kindness was not a problem.
But after arriving in Nottingham and seeing Twain bring a strange woman home, her confidence was shaken. It was not until the last moment that she plucked up the courage to say what was in her heart. She did not even dare to listen to Twain's answer and ran away with the excuse of boarding the plane.
Now, she had no confidence at all in the future.
But she quickly thought it through. Anyway, she had already said it. She could not control what the outcome would be. There was no use thinking about it. Other than waiting, there was still waiting.
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When Shania's plane was flying above the Atlantic Ocean, Landy, who had hailed a taxi, saw Twain standing in front of the jeep in the parking lot. He was frowning and spacing out.
"What a great car." Landy lightly patted the hood of the car and whistled. "How much did you buy it for?"
Only then did Twain remember that he had not asked Shania how much the car was worth. So he could only shake his head helplessly. "I don't know. It's a birthday present. "
Landy looked at Twain and asked, "Shania?"
Twain nodded.
"She's really good to you, Tony." After understanding, Landy smiled and said, a double meaning in his words.
How could Twain not understand the meaning in those words? He smiled bitterly and opened the car door. "Get in. I'll have to trouble you to be my driver, Landy."
"But I remember you know how to drive."
"Not now. I'm afraid of getting into a car accident and dying on the way home."
"You have a lot on your mind. Did something happen between the two of you?" Although they had only met by chance, Landy had always treated Twain as a good friend. Shania, who often sat in his car and went out with him, was naturally also a friend. He was very familiar with both of them, so he asked out of concern. "Did you quarrel?"
"It's more complicated than that … Forget it. It's nothing. Let's drive. "
However, Landy pulled out the key. "Don't you trust me, Tony? I definitely won't go around spouting nonsense. I'm just concerned about you. "He looked at Twain and said very seriously.
"Alright, I'll say it. You drive." Twain shrugged. "Shania told me she loves me."
Landy, who was inserting the key into the keyhole, missed.
Twain looked at him and he hurriedly explained, "I'm not surprised! I'm not surprised at all! I guessed it a long time ago. I just didn't think it would be today. Happy birthday, Tony! You've received the best birthday present. "
Twain looked at Landy, who was dancing excitedly. "Why do you look so happy to see this?"
"What do you think it should be, Tony? Should I put on a long face? This is clearly a good thing! "
"Why?" Twain spread his hands. "There's such a big age gap between us. I'm older than her by a whole 22 years! It shouldn't be a problem for me to be her father at my age, right? "
"Then, how have you treated her all these years? Like a daughter? "
Twain was silent for a moment before he replied, "Sometimes … I do feel that way. She's like my daughter. I want her to be happy, to be successful, to be safe, and to take care of her, just like how I want my daughter to be safe, happy, and to take care of my daughter. Do you know, her parents rarely care about her? I'm responsible for everything. When she's in Hollywood, I'm the one who calls my friends to take care of her. I don't think it's love at all … How can I not feel like a father taking care of his daughter? "
"People can't see things clearly if they're too close." Landy started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot. "You didn't sleep yesterday, did you, Tony?"
"Hmm?"
Landy pointed at Twain's eyes. "I've noticed it since noon. It's frighteningly red. Go sleep. I'll wake you up when we get home. "
Hearing Landy's words, Twain felt a wave of tiredness hit him. He really did not sleep. It was just that everything that happened before was too shocking and made him very excited. Now that it was over, it was time to rest.
"Okay, I'm tired … Please wake me up when we get home, Landy." He slid down and leaned against the passenger seat. He tilted his head and closed his eyes.
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"I love you, Uncle Tony …"
Shania snuggled in Twain's arms. They had just ended a kiss. She looked up at Twain lovingly. Her cheeks were crimson, and her lips were tender and alluring. It was breathtaking.
"I don't agree!" A man appeared in front of the two.
Shania turned pale with fright. She leaned against Twain's chest. "Dad!"
"Xiao Qiao, you make me so sad …" A heartbroken woman appeared beside the man and looked at Shania.
"Mom …"
"Mr. Twain! I didn't entrust my daughter to you to take care of so that you can seduce her into bed! "Shania's father was very agitated. "Is this how you repay my trust in you?!"
Shania's mother, on the other hand, reached out her hand to pull Shania, the tears on her face glistening. "Xiao Qiao. I really don't understand why you would fall in love with an old man who is almost old enough to be your father … You really disappoint me. You really disappoint me … "
"Mr. Twain, you're worse than a beast!"
"Xiao Qiao, go back with me. Go back with Mom …"
"Don't say anymore!" Shania screamed and hugged Twain even harder. She was so strong that Twain could barely breathe. "I don't love anyone except Uncle Tony! I want to follow him for the rest of my life! "
"Mr. Twain, what did you do to my daughter?!"
"Xiao Qiao, can you stop throwing a tantrum like a child …"
"I'm not throwing a tantrum, Dad, Mom." Shania looked at Twain shyly and lowered her head. "Actually, I already have …"
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Twain was startled awake, but the suffocating feeling was still there. It made him dazed, thinking that he was not dreaming.
"You're already awake?" Landy's voice came from beside him. At that moment, Twain felt that it was the most beautiful voice in the world. He really wanted to hug Landy and kiss his wrinkled old face.
He found himself unable to move. He looked down to see the seatbelt on his body. It turned out that it was this that made him feel suffocated.
"We're not there yet. Sleep a little longer."
"No, I can't sleep …" Twain wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"What's wrong?"
"I had a dream about a rotten, vulgar, and vulgar soap opera."
Landy glanced at Twain in between driving. "Look at how scared you are … What soap opera would have such an effect?"
"A very frightening soap opera at three in the morning …" Twain opened the window to get some air, but he was suffocated by the strong wind that blew against him. He hurriedly closed the window again, only to remember that the car was still speeding on the highway at more than 120 kilometers per hour.
"This car is great!" Landy patted the steering wheel and exclaimed in admiration once again.
"If you like it …" Realizing that Landy was staring at him, Twain raised both his hands. "… I won't give it to you."
Landy smiled.
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Back home, Dunn did not nosily ask Tang En and Shania what happened during lunch. Twain did not tell him either. His mind was still in a mess, and he was not in the mood to share his gossip with others.
There was only one thing that could make him forget these worries for a while — work.
The national team's matches were about to end, and the players who were scattered around the world would return one after another. The league tournament that had been suspended for two weeks was about to resume, and the new season's UEFA Champions League was about to start. The future would be very busy.
Before the busy days approached, he wrote an email to Shania, who was far away in America.
"… Thank you for your birthday present, Shania. Thank you for your goodbye kiss … I like Shania a lot too, but I can't be sure if this like is' love. 'It's hard for me to explain clearly to you what kind of feeling it is. You know, I'm actually a very clumsy person. This question is too complicated, and I can't think of an answer in a short time. So, please allow me to owe you for now. Remember, I owe you an answer … "
"Is this a tactful refusal, Mr. Fasal?" Shania showed the email to the person closest to her.
Fasal shook his head and smiled. "No, Tony is swaying from side to side. The good thing is that he doesn't resent you loving him. Keep working hard, Shania. Let him see clearly what's in his heart. "
Shania pursed her lips. "I love him. Does he love me?"
"Why? You're not confident now? "
"I don't know. I just … sometimes think that maybe it's possible."
Fasal smiled. "The British are different from you Brazilians. Most of them are reserved, silent, and shy. They are not very willing to directly show their emotions, and they always give people a feeling that they are unapproachable. But in fact, once you walk into their heart, you will get the most passionate return, so passionate that it is beyond your imagination and endurance. Isn't it contradictory? The French say that the British are naked pirates when they take off their outer skin. I think what they say makes a lot of sense. In fact, Tony is different from most traditional Englishmen, but here … "Fasal pointed to his heart. "It's also as strong as a castle. An Englishman's house is his castle, as the saying goes in England, "An Englishman's house is his castle." It means that the British are very concerned about their privacy. It can also be understood that they manage the most private things in their hearts like a strong castle, and do not allow others to pry into them. "
"Mr. Fasal, you know the British well …"
"Because I am British." Fasal picked up his teacup and took a sip. It was afternoon tea time.
"Uh … I've been with Uncle Tony for a long time. I thought the British were all like him. I forgot about you. "Shania scratched her head in embarrassment.
"He represents the form of the British after they take off their outer skin."
"What about you?"
"Me." Fasal put down his teacup gracefully. "I'm a gentleman."
Looking at Shania, who was a little sullen, Fasal continued to enlighten, "Don't worry. Even if his heart is an indestructible castle, you've already walked into it. It's just that pirates are a little careless and don't pay much attention to the people and things around them. But once he notices … "Fasal smiled." I'll have a headache about what kind of wedding gift to give you. "
Shania blushed.
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PS: The four chapters in the past two days have all been updated. From tomorrow onwards, it will return to the normal pace of one chapter a day. Thank you for your support!
Well, I admit that things are not completely resolved. But the relationship between them has taken a decisive step forward. Now there is only one last step left, and this step will not make everyone wait too long ~ ~ ~
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