Chapter 462 - Softness (2)

Before she knew Trevor, for her, this person was just a young master of the Peck family who had suffered from autism and had locked himself in the garret. After seeing Trevor, she discovered that he was her savior ten years ago. This savior was not autistic. He had very bright eyes like a mirror. The feelings others put on him would also be responded to. She felt that he looked innocent and pitiful, so she couldn't help but tease him.

But she never expected that he would...

Christy looked down at the back of her hand. It seemed that she could still feel Trevor's kiss. She rubbed the back of her hand against the bed sheet, but she couldn't get rid of the kiss in her heart.

Trevor walked over. He held a white towel, which looked very soft.

Christy watched as he squatted down and reached out to grab one of her feet.

"You...." She struggled for a moment, very light, afraid that the water on her feet would splash onto him.

Trevor did not say anything. His warm gaze landed on the foot in his palm and he carefully wiped it.

Christy suddenly fell into silence. Her toes were curled up and her body was stiff. She did not understand why she was nervous in front of a young boy.

She was quite experienced in this aspect, and she had flirted with many men just for money.

She was very skilled in such things. And as long as she was facing a man, she could immediately find her role and use all of her charms to seduce him, because her only advantage was her appearance.

She thought that she should be able to deal with Trevor, but unfortunately, she was passive now.

Why?

An autistic young man, who had never walked out of the garret, actually walked out today for her for the first time?

Or was it because of the kiss that happened downstairs, with a palm between their lips?

Was it because he was kneeling in front of her and focusing on wiping her feet?

After Trevor brought the basin into the bathroom, Christy still did not figure out why. However, the sadness and embarrassment at the very beginning disappeared gradually. Now, she no longer felt pain.

It was very dark inside the bed curtain. She climbed in. The computer was still on and there was a file on the screen, which looked abrupt and strange. There was no name on it.

After Trevor returned, he changed to another blanket and went into the bathroom again.

Christy thought for a moment and clicked into the file.

Unexpectedly, the file was filled with photos of a person laughing or sleeping.

They were all her.

The earliest photographs even showed her living in a high-class villa, including the ones when she stayed at the Scavo family, the suites at the Dalton Hotel, and ... There were also photos about her previous two rental apartments.

When Trevor finished cleaning up and came out, he saw Christy looking at the photos on his computer. He froze, and then he sat beside her to wait for her to finish.

"Do you have anything to explain?" Christy closed that folder.

Trevor was like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced and kept silent.

"What did you want to say to me downstairs at first?" Christy wanted to ask him why he had stored her photos in a computer file. Then she thought it was probably done by the little robot, so she changed the question.

Trevor shook his head.

Christy was stunned for a moment. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" She turned to look at him. "Then why did you ask me to come up if you didn't have anything to tell me?"

Trevor was wearing a hood, and it was dim inside the bed curtain. Only the light of the computer screen fell on them. Christy could only see Trevor's nose and thin lips exposed outside the hood.

Her eyes were covered by the long hair on his forehead. Christy could not see anything clearly and only heard his hoarse voice, "Don't go."

Christy didn't know if she understood what he said. She was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly smiled.

"Stop joking," she said, and her throat was dry. "Don't tease me, Trevor. I'm just joking with you...."

The hood suddenly came closer to her and stopped her from continuing. Christy subconsciously held her breath. She raised her hand and was about to cover her mouth when Trevor pressed her on the bed.

Christy's left shoulder was injured, and she didn't dare to move her left hand. She was afraid of the wound. Recently, her injuries were almost healed, but she didn't dare to do anything, because it was not easy to go to the hospital.

Now that Trevor was approaching, Christy had to use the other hand to resist him. Before she could reach out, her entire body was pressed on the bed by Trevor.

"I want you to forget the pain." He said.

Christy no longer struggled and only asked, "How, how can I forget?"

Trevor pressed down and sprayed his breath on Christy's face as he approached. She abruptly looked away and said, "What exactly are you doing? Are you planning to sleep with me?"

Trevor paused and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Christy was shocked.

"Can you?" She was probably out of her mind when she asked this question.

After a moment of silence, Trevor nodded and said, "I've learned a bit."

This left Christy speechless.

Christy didn't know how things got to this point. She explained it with great difficulty, but her heart beat quickly. "It will be very pleasant for people to do such a thing if they love each other. But, it would be very embarrassing for us. You're so young and innocent, so don't be tricked by me. Also...."

And if she did that with him, she wouldn't necessarily forget the pain.

She was so embarrassed to say it.

Trevor seemed to understand it. He withdrew his strength and sat up. He asked, "Have you tried it with someone else?"

Christy lay on the bed with her hand covering her face, to hide her embarrassment.

It was useless. The moment someone else entered her body, she would still tremble in fear, feeling panic and hurt. Later, she never tried it again. Even if the man was handsome and rich, or even if he was gentle, he still couldn't warm her up, whose heart was filled with holes.

Trevor didn't say anything, but just asked, "Can you stay tonight?"

"Can you hug me to sleep if I have a nightmare?" Christy thought of the night they first met and smiled.

"You won't have nightmares," Trevor whispered. "I can hug you to sleep."

Christy didn't know what to answer.

It was very strange. Normally, when she recalled that painful experience ten years ago, without smoking three packs of cigarettes and drinking two bottles of wine, she might not live up to the next day. But today, she was easily healed by the young man in front of her. Trevor had not even done that with her, and he had even been stopped from trying to comfort her.

But strangely, she was calm at this moment.

She seemed to felt a kind of warmth that she had never felt.