Hey, My Twins Babies

Brian said as he headed for the elevator.

Albert drove the car away. He felt he could get off work today.

Winnie could not persuade Brian by this time. Fortunately, there was no one in the elevator. Otherwise she would be the topic of the neighborhood again.

When he got the room, Brian put Winnie down and closed the door. Winnie ran to the bathroom, and then came the sound of vomiting.

Brian hurried to find some water and then went to the bathroom.

“Here’s some water. I’ll go down and get you some medicine.”

Brian put the water aside and turned to go out, but Winnie pulled him.

“Don’t bother, I will sleep it off.”

Winnie was gasping for breath, with tears streaming down her face.

“Are you uncomfortable? I told you not to drink.”

Brian was distressed. Seeing that Winnie was tortured by alcohol, he regretted that he brought the wine.

“I am ok. Go back now or your father will be worried.”

Winnie had been opposing Brian to stay with her. She was not afraid of what Brian would do, but that she could not control her mood and asked Brian to do something.

“I am worried about you. Don’t talk, drink some water, or you will vomit again.”

Winnie was obedient and gargled. After spitting out the water, her nausea subsided. But because of vomiting, her stomach and throat were uncomfortable.

She got up, but she had no strength. At this time, Brian bent down to pick up Winnie and took her back to the bedroom, put her on the bed, and began to undress her.

“I’ll do it myself.”

Winnie felt it too ambiguous. Although they had countless close contact, they were a couple and they should not do that.

Maybe she was melodramatic, maybe she was pretending to be noble, but she really wanted to live with dignity in front of Brian.

“Don’t move, or you will throw up again. I’ll help you with clean clothes and I will leave as soon as you sleep.”

Brian knew what Winnie cared about and knew that she had strong self-esteem. But he would be thinking about it all night if he left like that.

“Brian, I really will misunderstand if you do that. Don’t be nice to me. Go back. I will get drunk a thousand times in my life, can you take care of me every time?”

Winnie said sadly, feeling suffocated like a big stone pressing her heart.

At this time, Brian had helped Winnie take off her coat and covered her with quilt. He sat by Winnie’s side and said to her gently.

that. I can’t promise that I’ll be with you a hundred times, but as long as I’m with you, I will take care of you. Don’t think too much, don’t escape deliberately. Even if we have no courage to overcome difficulties, we can’t destroy the love

not to

couldn’t finish her words and her tears flowed down the corner of

so don’t be so nice to me. Stay away

Winnie sobbed uncontrollably.

but she found it harder to forget Brian than to forget herself. What she wanted most

I can’t, and I can never be cruel to

too. The greatest pain in the world was that two people who loved each other could not be together. He and

and walk the opposite way. We

more and more sadly. Even if she believed that Brian loved her,

excellence, and Wendy......The obstacles between them were more than a

Winnie continued.

you torture me, it is

“Ah...I’m going crazy.”

would be death

me leave with the children and find a place where I can live without

soon as Winnie’s painful voice fell, Brian pulled Winnie’s arm with a force and pulled her into his

to be selfish about this. I can’t live

with the children, but I refused. I can’t live without you and children. I want

be the most selfish person in the world, who only considered himself instead of Winnie. But he really could not lose Winnie and he could only be

you are a bastard, you are a devil, you know? How can you do that? It’s not fair to me,

Brian as she beat him with

live in pain for the rest of

you can scold me, beat me, as

Brian said gently.

hugged

gave you two children but I got nothing. And I

you love me again, don’t say you can live without me

fell into Brian’s arms,

of others, could ignore the abuse of others, could bear all the injustice, but she could

will never say it again. I promise

most tortured since he could not

two people in the bedroom were suffering. No one knew when the pain would last and whether there would

until the next morning, when Winnie was still sleeping. Brian turned off Winnie’s phone, for fear that someone would

home and went to the old house

to his uncle and aunt before he

you

asked Brian in a low

“Personal affair.”

only two

had to have a firm attitude about what he was going to say, whether or

“Winnie or Wendy?”