Chapter 14 Dalton’s POV
After seven years of marriage, the house finally quieted down.
The only demon king in the world was packed and sent to boarding school.
On the day of his departure, his parents kept on talking about how heartless he and Amelia were.
But as soon as the door closed, Amelia was like a sheep out of the pen, recklessly jumping onto
Dalton.
“Bro! Happy birthday!”
Dalton whispered, “Don’t call me ‘bro‘.”
Thanks to his exceptional memory, he still remembers the details of taking care of Amelia during
his childhood.
When he had just decided to get married, he was full of doubts and uncertainties, and he hadn’t even made up his mind, so naturally he didn’t have the energy to correct Amelia’s way of addressing him.
However, after getting married and making up his mind, being called “bro” repeatedly, Dalton couldn’t help but feel guilty.
After all, when she was a child, she changed her own diapers.
He wet the bed and he also washed the sheets.
Dalton was reminded of countless nights when he would comfort Amelia, saying “It’s okay, relax, I’ll take care of it,” and he felt even more burdened with guilt, as if he should descend into the depths of hell.
So, for the past seven years, Dalton forbade Amelia from calling him “bro“.
But she was still much younger.
The
had no door when it was happy.
Especially in a foreign land, relying on the fact that no one understood, they had a blast.
Dalton grew up following Ethan, learning the ways of business. He had good character and was not
influenced by the airs of the wealthy.
So the bottom line was a bit high.
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Amelia casily crossed his boundaries and ran around.
And in his repeated breakdowns, she would lovingly kiss him with a smile, rewarding him, “Bro, you did great!”
Over time…
Dalton sighed silently.
His goal, which initially was to just maintain the bottom line, turned into-
The fact that he had no bottom line is something that it’s best for no one to ever know.
In the blink of an eye, I saw a figure emerge.
Dalton’s heart sank to the bottom gradually.
His intuition told him that he had to add another self–reflection letter to the over five hundred
already piled up in the drawer today.
Amelia was seen wearing a fluffy cake skirt.
The ribbon skillfully wrapped around the waistline, at the position of the coccyx, and gently tied
into a beautiful butterfly knot.
Dalton was tackled again.
Just like that night seven years ago, I was pressed down on the couch.
Amelia forcefully invaded his territory.
Showing off one’s power and might.
No matter how many times this scene repeated, Dalton found it difficult to resist.
“Bro, open the gift.”
Dalton frowned, “Don’t call me bro.”
Amelia leaned in, getting close to his ear, and whispered very softly, “Bro, open the present.
Dalton’s body tensed up, and he suddenly felt a slight annoyance.
Too indulgent.
Spoiled to the point of being unruly.
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He dared to say anything.
The tie of the skirt was untied,
Amelia was still happily teasing her brother, completely unaware that things had already spiraled
out of control.
When I suddenly realized, it was already too late.
She was greatly shocked: “No, Dalton, wait a moment… Honey, I was wrong”
“Why don’t you call me bro anymore?”
Dalton’s voice turned cold, completely abandoning any sense of decency, and had a charm that drove people crazy: “It’s fine, no need to wait.”
“I have been doing the laundry for so many years, one more time won’t make a difference.”
“Ah, don’t say it!”
Amelia’s face turned red, her ears and the back of her neck turned completely red, and she was
about to cover her ears.
Dalton had a bad idea, since they were a couple, they should share happiness and face difficulties
together.
She should have been made to share the guilt.
He locked her hands, leaned in close to her ear, and intensified: “Don’t forget, baby, I watched you
grow up.
That day, Amelia cried miserably.
Afterwards, I avoided him for several days and resolutely threw away that bedsheet.
Of course, Dalton did not expect her to be honest from then on.
He hung his head and skillfully pushed a new self–criticism book into the cabinet, sealing hi transgression.
W
Amelia passed by, glanced, and casually asked, ” Dalton, what book takes so long to write? Is it still not finished?”
Dalton calmly locked the cabinet and casually replied,
“Not yet.”
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“This is too slow, and you are not doing well either.”
Dalton lifted his eyes and smiled gracefully.
“I could write faster. However, it was probably impossible to finish it in this lifetime.”
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