[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

what is this?A blatant sexual harassment manifesto?Or a domineering president's confession?

I looked at him with a matter-of-fact expression on his face, and was very unhappy.

"How many girls have you done that to before?" I teased, squinting my eyes.

"Just you." He replied quickly.

"Then should I still be honored?" I slapped the table and glared at him.

Even if he apologized, his current attitude is very wrong.I think he mainly wants to analyze those two incidents and how he himself was affected, and the apology to me is just an intermediate link in the transition to this step.

To be honest, I didn't feel a lot of sincerity.At least, he didn't show it.

"They say I'm out of control." He walked over from the pool and sat down next to me. His knee touched me inadvertently, and I moved aside as a reflex.

"It's not just me, those four people are also out of control, and the most important thing is, you are not out of control." He looked into my eyes, "Why? After I did that kind of thing, why didn't you go berserk and get killed? Why do you just cry when I speak ill of you?"

Dare he do it on purpose that time?

My upper teeth were almost biting my lower lip, my hands were clenched into fists, and my eyes were probably also bloodshot:

"Then what do you want me to do? Throw sulfuric acid on your face, plant a bomb in your car, or stab you a hundred times and chop you into minced meat? You have caused me serious harm, although I don't deny that there are external factors However, you have not taken the initiative to make up for anything after that! Moreover, instead of repenting, you insulted me with words and tried to test my reaction in order to verify an unreliable guess. Scumbag! Do you know what I suffered? Do you know how much humiliation I endured? I had several stitches and had to take birth control pills, all of which will have an impact on future fertility!"

The more I talked, the more excited I became, and finally the snot and tears came out together. Through the watery light in the eyes, I saw the corners of his mouth tense, looking very troubled, and he didn't look at me.

He is guilty.In other words, he actually realized that what he did was very wrong, but he was not in a hurry to confess to me, because he didn't take me seriously at all.

I'm really sad.

The only thing that comforted me was that it was the first time I saw him bewildered and embarrassed when he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

I raised my head suddenly, looked at him, and asked, "Do you like me?"

He froze, looked at me fixedly, and stopped in the process of making a fist with one hand.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, I laughed convulsively: "So even if it wasn't me, whoever was with you that night would suffer, wouldn't it? I have always been a dispensable experimental tool for you , if this is the case, please don’t intervene in my life in the future, and let me live my own life quietly, okay? I won’t get in touch with friends from the FBI, and I will pretend that I don’t know about the organization. Please— -Let me go please!"

He finally raised his eyes to look at me.

Then he said something that I didn't expect.I recollected it carefully several times before I believed that I had heard correctly.

This sentence caught me off guard.

He said: I like you, from the bottom of my heart.

His expression was very calm, not like a joke, and in this case he would not joke again, unless it was an idiot with an insufficiency.

He said he liked me.I blinked my eyes ignorantly, tears blurred my vision, and his outline was blurred in my tears.

Suddenly there was a warm hand on my cold cheek, he gently wiped away my tears with his thumb, and after my vision was clear, I saw his face with gentle eyes coming over.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say other than this sentence. I'm not good at talking. If you beat me up to make you feel better, you can do it anytime." He lowered his eyes and smiled gently road.

I sniffled, the itching of his palm over my face, and I knew I couldn't hold my anger again.

"I'm not feeling well right now, so I don't want to beat you up, but I'll write it down for future use." This was my answer.

He smiled, and suddenly moved his hand on my cheek, and lifted my chin up. He stared into my eyes and said sincerely:

"Can you give me a chance to make amends?" he asked, "I really... like you very much, from the very beginning. In fact, I blame myself for my asshole behavior and words almost every day, but I But I couldn't control myself, sorry."

I felt my heart was tightly grasped by a powerful palm, under this strong confinement, every beat of it seemed to burst, with a sense of destruction.

I know, I lost again.

I was defeated by this old-fashioned confession method that idol dramas are too lazy to use anymore.