His Domineering Lover

Steve woke up smiling from dreams. Thirza was still sleeping soundly in his arms.

She grew up so soon. Steve remembered that Thirza once promised to marry him when she grew up.

He took it just as a joke then, while this joke became reality little by little now.

The sky lit up gradually. Steve touched her forehead, finding it was not hot.

She had always been in a good health that could recover quickly from a heavy cold.

He kissed her one more time before leaving. He was reluctant to go. It would be just one year and a half to wait, if everything went well, Steve would ask Thirza to marry him then.

He had been determined, although he used to doubt that Thirza won't take their appointment seriously.

He guessed Thirza would be tired of him when she met better men.

Unexpectedly, she never got tired of Steve, on the contrary, she stuck to their appointment too and grew up fast.

Thinking of this, Steve went back to America relieved. They had insisted on this relationship for four years, he didn't believe there could be more exceptional changes for the rest of the waiting days. Annie came in the ward with the preserved egg porridge that Steve made for Thirza before he left. 'Annie, I think I'm feeling much better. I think I should be discharged today."

"Yes, I've checked it around. You can leave today. I'll go through the discharge formalities for you later."

Every time Thirza took this porridge, she had an inexplicable feeling, as if it was Steve's cook.

Last night, she felt like going back to Steve's arms where she was familiar with and missed quite a lot. "I must be missing him too much to feel that, after all, he had left me for so long." After having the porridge, Thirza went to the bathroom to wash up. She saw that her lips were slightly swollen in the mirror.

"Why does it swell? Is it an allergic reaction caused by the medicine?"

She did not think much about it. She went through the discharge formalities and left the hospital. She went back to her studio and continued her design.

Only being busy could ease the struggling missing. She used to think that time would make her forget Steve.

Now she knew she was wrong. The longer she remained single for him, the stronger she missed him.

Opening the sketchbook which filled with Steve's portraits, Thirza's heart ached due to missing him again.

Days passed one by one, and one year and a half had soon come to its end.

Thirza graduated early. She wanted to go back to the United States to give Steve a surprise on her 18th birthday, so she left Milan in advance. Anne knew that Thirza wanted to surprise him, so she didn't inform Steve of her plan.

The closer to Thirza's commencement, the more Steve got excited.

He had decided to attend her commencement long ago.

Finally, only one month left to her graduation. Steve smiled in happiness every day.

Thirza had flew back to the United States alone without telling anyone.

Actually, she wanted to visit Steve and surprise him at his company.

But the more she missed was his apartment where she grew up and was filled with their memory.

Long time ago, she asked Steve, "Why you don't change a big villa?"

Steve was not short of money, he felt it too lonely to live in a big house alone. So, he kept this apartment for many years.

Thirza smiled and pressed her finger on the fingerprint locker. The door opened. Her fingerprint was never removed.

The decoration didn't change. The dolls that she liked were still on the sofa.

In the apartment, Thirza was touched and crying. She held her tears, going to the bedroom with her luggage.

She was quite surprised to see it. It didn't change a lot, and something new was added in.

Many photos of her were pasted on the wall.

Faint orange lights shaded on those photos, brightened Thirza's smile in the pictures.

Over the years, Steve never texted Thirza, just loving her in this way.

Fearing for disturbing her to develop her career, he remained silent and bore loneliness.

The quilt on the bed was folded

neatly, it meant that Steve often

slept here. "Was he looking at these photos to sleep every night?" Thirza thought. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Thirza noticed that apart from the photos that she sent him a long time ago, Steve also printed the photos found only in her social media.

Indeed, Steve had always paid attention to Thirza, even the moment when she won small rewards.

"Silly Sheep. If you love me so much, why do you leave me alone like that? Aren't you afraid that I might never come back to you?"

Thirza lay on the bed, imagining how Steve looked like to think of her when laying on this bed.

"Sheep, sheep..." She called his name over and over again in her heart.

She can't wait to see him, but there was still half an hour to wait until he came back.

It was getting dark, and there were many little lights shining like stars in the room.

She couldn't help looking at each of the picture, laughing and crying. "Sheep, you're an idiot."

An idea suddenly hit Thirza's head. She quickly took a shower and changed into a new dress. She wanted to surprise him.

Thirza hid her shoes and suitcase, then hid in the closet.

She would like to scare Steve when

he opened the closet. However, he didn't come back earlier due to working overtime. Thirza waited for him too long and she fell asleep inside.

Steve came back around 10:00 p.m. in light drunkenness. He went to a business meal after getting off work. He was tired and went to wash up.

Later, he came out wrapped in a towel. He slept in Thirza's room recently, so he put his pajamas in her closet.

When he opened the closet, he froze.

An angel in white slept there quietly with her slim legs curled up.

Her long eyelashes shook as she breathed. Her face was pink and cute.

In a moment, he didn't know what he should do with such a surprise. The girl he missed day and night just appeared in the front.

It was as if a wizard made a spelling to his closet, then his beloved girl was sent over.

Even though feeling extremely excited, he didn't have the heart to woke her up from the sweet sleep.

He carried her out of the closet in a very gentle way.

Like it was in the past, Thirza laying in Steve's arms. He had seen Thirza enough in the photos these years, when he was carrying her, the feeling was different.

Maybe it was Steve's imagination, he found Thirza's face was getting smaller, and her chin was getting pointy.