Journey to Happy Ending

Chapter 261 Are You Drunk (Part Two)

"I..." Annie's lips quivered. She hesitated for a while and eventually lowered her head. She wanted to

tell Rain but she didn't know where to start. Yes, she was avoiding him, but not in the way that he

thought she was. She was afraid that if she stayed by his side for one more second that she would toss All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

away everything she had, and beg him to let her be with him. But after all she had been through, she

didn't want him to reject her. So she could only avoid him. If she didn't see him, probably she wouldn't

miss him.

"What? You said you like me. But it turns out that you are no different than those women who just like

my face." Rain mumbled in a low voice while he fixed his eyes on Annie's face. He withdrew his hands

and staggered into Annie's bedroom. At this very moment, he was sure that Annie's feelings toward

him were only blind admiration rather than true love.

Pale as a ghost, Annie clenched her fists and bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from bursting out.

That was what Rain thought of her, that she was no different than those women who came and went in

his life. His last sentence was like a dagger piercing her heart; she felt so ashamed of herself. She

admitted that she was attracted to his handsome face at first, but as she got to know him, she fell for

who he was instead of how he looked. He was the only man that she had ever loved.

Annie tottered forward as if all her strength was drained from her. Even though he was harsh to her,

she couldn't leave him alone. It broke her heart to see him in dismay.

Rain feebly collapsed to the floor and leaned against the bed. He loosened his tie and pulled open his

shirt, revealing his sexy and tawny chest.

'Annie, you've changed so soon? What about my feelings for you that I've been suppressing all this

time? Are they only my own wishful thinking?' Rain forced a bitter smile. A couple of years was long

enough for a person to change her mind. All the fairy tale romances that he had read were lies. How

stupid he was! He thought no matter what happened, she would always be there, waiting for him to

hold her in his arms. But he forgot that as time went by, she wouldn't be that same girl, and maybe she

wouldn't feel the same way about him after all.

It made sense. Rain had always known that he was not good enough for Annie. She was a well-born

sophisticated lady, the princess of her family, while he was a needless bastard son. Though his father

was from a noble family, but it had nothing to do with him. No one in that family would accept him

happily as their family member. He was so lowly and humble that he didn't even deserve to fight for her

love.

"Rain, have some honey water." Annie hesitantly approached him and handed over the mug. His sad

face tore her heart apart. She'd rather hold him in her arms than stand beside and do nothing.

"No, thank you. Just leave me alone." Eyes closed, Rain didn't even bother looking at Annie. He

suddenly took off all his masks at the moment. It seemed that there were thousands of invisible wounds

all over his body, and he was bleeding painfully.

"Just have some. It'll make you feel better." Annie begged him in soft voice, crouching down in front of

him. She lost herself ever since the moment she fell for him. She had no temper or dignity before him.

She just wanted to do anything she could for him.

"Annie, get out of this room before I change my mind." Rain suddenly opened his eyes and gazed at

Annie's rosy lips. They were like fresh succulent peaches, seducing him to have a taste. His eyes were

glowing lustfully.

"I... just want you to have some honey water, and umm..." Rain grabbed the back of her head and

pulled her towards him before she finished speaking. The mug dropped to the floor, warm honey water

splashing over them. She froze when Rain suddenly kissed her, but the sound of the mug shattered

into pieces brought her back to reality. She was startled that she could think of nothing but pushing

Rain off.

Rain held her head with one hand and her slim waist with the other. Ignoring her struggling, he

aggressively kissed her plump red lips. He had warned her before. Leave him alone or bear the brunt

of his anger. Her choice.

Annie gradually lost herself in his affectionate kiss. Her restless arms were now holding his waist

tightly. This was her first kiss. She had saved it for him, only not expecting that he would take it in this

way. A mixed emotion of both sorrow and frustration emerged from her heart. But the only thing she

could be sure at this moment was that she didn't hate his kiss. On the contrary, she loved it.

His tongue tasted like wine. As he deepened the kiss, Annie could but kiss him back passionately.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her first kiss with the love of her life. Annie had never felt happier

than this moment in her life. Though he was probably drunk and didn't know what he was doing, Annie

couldn't help but drown in his kiss.

Like an exhausted traveler lost in desert who finally saw an oasis, Rain couldn't stop tasting the

sweetness in her mouth. However, when he tasted the salty teardrops in her lips, he widened his eyes

and suddenly let go of Annie. He stood up abruptly and looked down at Annie, both of them panting

heavily.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Rain ran out of the room without looking back at Annie again. 'Damn it!

How could I kiss her against her will? I really love her, and I just didn't realize it until just now. But she

clearly has no feelings for me anymore, otherwise she wouldn't be crying. She must be hating me for

humiliating her like this.' Rain thought to himself gloomily. Though he didn't mean to do that, he hurt her

after all, and it was the last thing he wanted in the world.

Annie looked at him staggering away. She sat on the floor and tried to catch her breath, her head still

dizzy because of the kiss. 'So he just doesn't like me. I'm not the one he wants to kiss, and that's why

he pushed me off and left.' Annie thought to herself in agony.

Lost in her own thoughts, Annie touched her lips. One minute ago he was kissing her passionately, and

the next he just took off without hesitation. Were it not for the wine taste lingering in her mouth, Annie

would almost feel that she was dreaming and the kiss never happened. They both wanted each other,

but apparently it was impossible for them to tell the other person.