Trapped Woman

Author: Qiao Ke LI A Hua Tian

I awoke to find that I was imprisoned by my childhood sweetheart.

He tied a thin chain to my wrist and took away all my communication tools.

When he saw me wake up, he stared at me with his deep eyes.

And he said in a low voice, "From now on, you'll stay here. You can't go out anymore. I have quit your job for you, and you are not allowed to meet your colleagues and clients. I will bring you meals every day. I will give you whatever you want..."

How could such a good thing happen to me?

I knew there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world, so I suppressed the ecstasy in my heart and asked cautiously, "Why?"

His slender fingers on my shoulder trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with pain. "Fiona, I can't stand other men talking to you like that, touching you and kissing you..."

"Do you like me?" I got the point immediately.

He was stunned for a moment. Then he closed his eyes slowly and nodded.

I pounded the bed and asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, Oliver?"

If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have been working like a dog!

1

Before Oliver invited me to dinner and took the opportunity to get me drunk and imprison me, I had been thinking about quitting a thousand times.

There was no creature in the world more difficult to deal with than my clients.

And there was nothing more shameless than my clients.

I had revised the plan thirty-seven times before I gave one of my clients the newly-revised version. At last, he said with dissatisfaction, "Forget it. You'd better make improvements by combining the second version and the seventh version. Then show me the new version."

I really wanted to slap the laptop onto his face then and there.

I went to talk to another client about the order and waited for him for a long time. Finally, he forced a kiss on my cheek after drinking and said, "Fiona, stop pretending. I can tell from your eyes that you like me, right? Don't worry. I'll sign the contract right away after tonight..."

In the end, I beat that guy named James Harris in his car.

However, on the second day after the beating, the director David Lewis took me to the hospital with flowers to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Harris. Fiona came to work in our company last year. She is still young and naive..."

I stood behind David with my head down. When I saw James' face, I almost burst into laughter.

I used to work out in the gym with Timothy Turner for several years. So I was really strong. And last night, I had no choice but to beat James with all my strength and almost killed him.

Now James' face was bruised, and his arm was still bandaged. The corner of his mouth was swollen, which made him look very funny.

If David hadn't poked me in the waist in time, I might have laughed in front of James.

However, in the face of James' arrogant look, I could only swallow my pride and apologize. "I'm sorry, Mr. Harris. It's all my fault. I was impulsive..."

It was at this moment that Oliver showed up.

He pushed the door open, walked straight to James, looking at him up and down, and suddenly sneered, saying, "Mr. Harris? I think it's better to call you Mr. Bastard."

Oliver was a good-looking man, and his features were enchanting. Besides, he had a good figure. Today he was wearing a suit, which made him more imposing.

He looked at James coldly. Even I, who had seen Oliver crying, couldn't help but shiver.

And James was stunned for two seconds before he got furious. "Who are you? How dare you talk to me like that?"

Ignoring James, Oliver turned to the outside and said, "Come in, Noah. Just get rid of him."

When the man called Noah Scott came in, James, who was lying on the bed, turned nervous and asked in a trembling voice, "Mr. Scott, why... Why are you here?"

Noah was not as cold as Oliver. Instead, he smiled gently.

However, his words were harsh. "Mr. Harris, I assigned you this project because I believed in your ability, but I didn't expect you to harass the girl and ruin our company's reputation."

Hearing Noah's words, James was trembling, and sweat rolled down his forehead. Then he stammered, "I-I didn't... It's... It's she who seduced me..."

Me?

I was speechless, wondering, "You should look at your fat body. How dare you say that?"

Oliver's eyes turned colder. I saw him take a look at the fruit knife on the nightstand and thought for a while. I suspected that Oliver might want to stab James to death on the spot.

Of course, James was not killed. He was just fired by the major shareholder of his company, Noah, who inherited his father's business.

Besides, Noah temporarily took over from James as the project director and signed the contract with our company.

When we walked out of the ward, Noah and David went away to talk about the details of the cooperation. So Oliver and I were left alone in the corridor.

The corridor of the hospital was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, and I... liked the smell very much.

I took deep breaths quietly. When I looked up, I saw that Oliver was staring at me. The coldness in his eyes faded away, and he was smiling slightly.

So I asked carefully, "Oliver, are you... not angry anymore?"

Oliver shook his head and tucked the hair behind my ear, saying, "I'm not angry anymore."

I smacked his hand off.

Pausing for a moment, Oliver looked at me seriously again.

"Don't touch my hair," I said. "I was too tired after beating James last night. So I went to bed right after I arrived home and didn't wash my hair."

Then Oliver's eyes turned slightly brighter. He was really emotional.

Oliver and I had been giving each other the silent treatment for half a month, but now he was going to invite me to dinner. It was at a famous and delicious barbecue restaurant on Crystal Ledge.

It took the customers at least two hours to line up before they could enter the restaurant, but Oliver said that he knew the shop owner who could arrange seats for us directly. How could I refuse him?

However, I never thought that the benefits of knowing the shopkeeper would be that apart from not having to wait in line for dinner, Oliver could take a drunken girl away from the restaurant without being suspected or arrested.

Anyway, when I woke up, I found myself locked here by Oliver.

However, this room was quite spacious. It was at least much larger than the bedroom in the apartment I rented with others.

The bed cushion under my body was soft and elastic, much more comfortable than the one I bought online.

The quiet room was filled with a faint and clear fragrance.

I lived in an apartment with a roommate who was a gaming streamer. He often played games all night long and smoked while working, which made my room smell of smoke all year round. And the room's sound insulation was so bad that I could hear the noises for the whole night.

Sometimes when I went to the bathroom at midnight, I could see the couple that lived in the master bedroom kissing each other in the bathtub.

Thinking of this, I was so excited that tears almost welled up in my eyes. I reached out to hold Oliver's hand and said seriously, "You have to promise me that you will take care of my everyday life since you lock me up here. You have to give me whatever I want. And you can't go back on your word!"

Oliver seemed to be surprised.

2

In fact, I didn't grow up with Oliver.

The first time I met Oliver was when I was four and a half years old. We went to the same kindergarten, and on the first day of school, Oliver took my toy away.