His Domineering Lover

Steve went to every place that Thirza could possibly go. "Thirza, where are you?"

The rain hammered on his body. His body had long been wet by the rain, but he could not care about himself.

"Thirza, Thirza..."

The sky was completely dark. Steve searched everywhere and did not find any trace of Thirza. When he was ready to go home and try his luck, he found a squatting figure at the door of his house. Thirza was like an abandoned kitten curled up at the door with her arms around her knees. Her head was buried between her legs. She looked up the moment she heard Steve's voice.

"Thirza." Steve quickly ran towards Thirza. Regardless of the rain, he held her tightly in his arms.

"How could you have run out like that? Do you know how worried I was?'

The rain flowed its way down into Thirza's collar and dropped to her back.

She said dazedly, "You told me to get away. Why are you saying this now that I've decided to go?" "I was wrong, Thirza, I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to leave at all." At this moment, Steve didn't care about his rationality anymore.

He only knew how sad he was when he couldn't find Thirza, how irritated and anxious he would become.

Only then did Thirza's lips curl up. She smiled gently and hugged Steve's neck.

"That's why I said you are an idiot."

"Yes, I am an idiot, the biggest idiot!" Steve looked at Thirza's smiling face, the gloom in his heart swept away in an instant.

At this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking about Thirza. He only knew that he didn't want to leave Thirza.

Even if it was by a selfish means, he would keep her by his side. Just like what he promised, he wanted to protect Thirza for the rest of his life.

Smiling, Thirza rubbed his head and said, "Ah, you are all wet and cold."

"I'm sorry, Thirza. Are you cold?"

"No, I'm not cold at all."

"You clearly know the password, why didn't you go in and wait for me? You have been sitting here for a day. You must be hungry."

"I was waiting for you to come back. You're the one who wanted to drive me away. How can I go home if you don't come back?" Thirza pursed her lips and looked unhappy. "Sorry, it's my fault. This will always be your home."

Thirza's smile became even brighter. "Well, a deal then. You can't drive me away anymore."

"It will never happen again."

Steve held her in his arms and they went back in. "Sorry, Thirza, you also got drenched. Your body is still weak. Go and take a bath."

"You must be starving. I'll cook you something."

Thirza gazed at his spoiled smile. "Steve, you are so good to me. How can I let you go?"Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"You must be exhausted after running around out there for a day. Let's take a bath and change into dry clothes. I wouldn't want you to fall ill. Who's gonna take care of me?" Steve looked at himself, who was still dripping with water. "Well, wait for me."

He went back to his room to take a bath. Thirza came over after changing into a new set of clothes. She saw that Steve had not dried his hair yet and was planning to cook for her. She took a towel and said, "You will catch a cold if

you don't dry your hair. Bad Steve."

"I'll be fine, don't worry." Steve did not take it seriously.

"Sit down."

"Ah?" Steve did not know what she was going to do, but he still sat down obediently.

Thirza covered his head from behind and carefully wiped his hair. Steve was stunned.

This kind of feeling... was so wonderful.

His face turned red in disbelief.

"Well, in this way, you won't catch a cold. You taught me this, remember? Now, hop up to the kitchen. I'm famished."

Steve came to his senses and said, "Ah... OK."

After this, Steve understood the importance of Thirza in his heart. The feelings between the two seemed to have become more subtle. "It's getting late. Thirza, bedtime."

"Okay." Thirza walked directly toward his master bedroom.

"Thirza, you've almost recovered. Sleep in your own room tonight."

"What if I get another cold?" Thirza pretended to be pitiful.

"I'll come and check on you every hour, so don't

worry."

Thirza was stunned. "We could save all that trouble by simply sleeping together."

"Thirza, you're already a big girl. It's not appropriate for us to still sleep together."

This was Steve's last bottom line. Since he couldn't bear to let Thirza leave him, he would have to restrain himself.

Steve's attitude was firm. Thirza knew there was nothing she could say to change his mind.

So from that night on, Steve really came to check on her every hour.

Thirza felt guilty in her heart. It was just a lie she made up. She didn't know that Steve would do this.

"Steve, I've never had a nightmare

after last time I got a cold. You have

to work during the day, you can't

come to my room every hourto just check on me every night."

"It's okay. It's not like I'll do it forever."

"But your body..."

"I am a man, and I can bear it."

Even so, Steve still caught a cold. He had been drenched in the rain

day. In addition, he had not

well

for the past few days, so he also fell iff.

Thirza was very happy. Steve had been

care of her since sheet

Now there was finally a chance that she could take care of him.

"Thirza, I'll get up and make breakfast for you... Ahem..."

"You'd better have a good rest. It's my turn to take care of you now. Don't worry, I know how to make my sandwiches." Thirza had always been a clever girl and the only reason she hadn't done this was that she was simply lazy.

"You know how to make sandwiches?"

"Of course, wait for me. I'll take great care of you."

Thirza went to the kitchen. Half an hour later, she brought a glass of hot milk and sandwiches.

"Well, here they are. I also made some porridge. Do you want sandwiches or porridge or both?" Thirza looked at him with a smile. "Thirza, you... really have grown up."

"You just realized that? Well, anyway, you are always gonna think I'm a child no matter how I grow up. Come on, I'll feed you." "No, thank you. Thirza, I'll eat it myself."

The next second, she had already forced the food into his mouth. "Not the time to play tough now. You are a patient."

Steve was fed a bowl of porridge, a sandwich, and a glass of hot milk by Thirza.

Why did he feel that it was a bit unreal? How could she know how to cook?

Thirza not only knew how to cook, but she also liked the feeling of taking care of Steve.

"Come on, let's check your temperature."

"I, I'll do it myself."

"You are a patient like I said. So let me do it." Thirza said as she reached out to take off Steve's clothes.