Transmigrating Into A Villain

Chapter 61 Don't Cry

After closing the door of the wardrobe, Alina went to open the door while smoothing her hair.

"Mom." Alina called Wendy who was standing at the door impatiently.

"What are you doing? It took so long to open the door!" Wendy looked around as she walked into the

room.

"I'm asleep. When I got up and put on my clothes, my hair was stuck by something. It took me some

time to get rid of it," said Alina with a wry smile, following behind Wendy.

Wendy walked around and found no one in the room. She asked with concern, "I heard your scream

just now. What happened?"

"Nothing happened. I was just surprised to see a mouse crawling outside the window."

"Mouse?" Wendy frowned and said, "I have to tell Peter to get someone to kill rats."

"Mom, why did you come back so late? Where have you been with Dad?" Alina took the initiative.

Wendy smiled. She wanted to sit down on the bed. But when she looked at it, she was disgusted. "Why

is your bed so messy? Have you fought on it?"

"Ha ha... On a whim, I jumped on it and it went like this." In fact, there was a fight just now!

Wendy glanced at her daughter, "Do you think you are still a child? Do you think the bed is used for

jumping? It's for sleeping!"

Alina hurriedly said, "I won't do it again, Mom."

"It's getting late. I just came up to see you." Wendy seemed to turn around to leave. "Oh, by the way,

how is everything going between you and Sheffield? For your sake, I haven't said anything harsh to him

recently!"

'He is here!' Alina glanced at the wardrobe. "Really? We get along pretty well. Mom, you must be tired

today. Go to bed early!"

Wendy looked at her daughter suspiciously, "You... Are you driving your mother away?"

"No! I didn't!" Alina smiled apologetically, "How can I drive you away? You are my mother. You can stay

here if you want!"

"I won't stay here. Your father is waiting for me! I'll go downstairs. Have a good rest."

"Good night, Mom."

"Good night."

Seeing that Wendy closed the door, Alina rushed over and locked it.

At the same time, a gloomy face came out of the wardrobe. Sheffield stared at Alina and asked coldly,

"What did you say that you saw outside the window? Mouse!"

Alina twitched her mouth and swallowed, "I, I just said it casually. I can't say I saw you, can I?"

"What's wrong with you seeing me? Am I so terrible?" After hiding in the wardrobe, Sheffield kept

thinking about this question. He didn't understand why Alina asked him to hide.

Even if Wendy saw him here, so what?

"Well..." Alina's scalp tingled. How could she explain this?

"I'm asking you. What are you hesitating about?"

Taking a glance at him, Alina curled her lips helplessly and said, "I'm just afraid that my mother will

misunderstand us. We are not related by blood. A man and a woman are locked up in the room and

playing on the bed. They will easily be misunderstood. Do you know that?"

The scene that he pressed on her and pulled her quilt flashed through his mind. With an unnatural look

on his face, Sheffield forced himself to say, "What's wrong with you? It's you who have an evil mind,

and you blame others!"

"Yes, yes, you are right. I think too much!"

Hearing her perfunctory tone, he remembered that he had been cheated by her fake tears. He stared at

Alina with hatred, "You didn't cry!"

Alina, "... I cried, really!" She wanted to cry now.

Sheffield looked at her with a sneer. He was a little angry because of being teased. "You cried, but no

tears?" She treated him like a fool and he even felt guilty at that time.

Alina asked, "Will you cut my hair when you see my tears?"

Sheffield mocked, "Cry. If I'm happy with your tears, maybe I'll let it go!"

Alina looked at Sheffield with her gloomy eyes. She thought of her own parents, and her eyes soon

turned red. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing her red eyes, Sheffield felt uncomfortable. He didn't really want to see her cry. He just...

There were more and more tears in Alina's eyes, and finally a drop of tears rolled down her cheek.

Then more and more tears rolled down.

She just looked at him quietly with tears all over her face. She looked calm and sad.

Sheffield thought he would be happy to see her crying, but the truth was the opposite. He felt a

tightness in his chest, and he didn't feel happy at all.

"Don't cry. It's so ugly!"

She had made a compromise, but he still thought she was crying unsightly. More tears streamed down

Alina's cheeks.

"I told you not to cry! I... I won't cut your hair, okay?"

Alina sniffed and asked in a nasal voice, "Have you really forgiven me?"

"Hmm." He snorted as a reply. Looking at the girl with red eyes, he thought, 'what else can I do if I don't

forgive you?'

"You are a good man, Sheffield!" Alina rushed to hold him and wailed.

Sheffield froze there with his hands hanging down. He pushed Alina with one hand but didn't push her

away. He had to give up and let her hold him.

The more Alina cried, the sadder she became. She could hardly stop crying. Then she burped. And she

continued to cry.

Sheffield was startled. What... What was wrong? He had promised to let it go, but why did she cry more

and more sadly?

His neck was wet, and clothes on his shoulder were wet, too.

"Don't... don't cry..." With sympathy, Sheffield raised his hand and patted Alina's back stiffly.

Alina held Sheffield's neck and cried for almost an hour before she gradually stopped.

Not knowing when, the boy's arms were around the young girl.

The crying gradually subsided. Alina wiped her swollen eyes and loosened her grip on Sheffield's neck.

"I, I'm sorry. Your clothes are wet."

All of a sudden, Sheffield let go of the girl, glanced at her, looked away and said, "Forget it. I'm going

back." Then he opened the door and left without looking back.

"Scissors..." The scissors were still on her bed!

Alina had a good cry and was much relieved. She closed her eyes and smiled on the bed.

There were two purposes for her to cry. One was to frighten Sheffield, and the other was to express her

feelings. She really wanted to see her parents.

After returning to his room, Sheffield touched the wet clothes on his shoulder and chest. He was staring

blankly at somewhere, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't come to his senses until he was tripped by something.

Recalling what had happened, he wondered if he had been fooled. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.