[comprehensive] refuse to forgive color

Chapter3

Being pushed out of the door by Thea halfway, Bruce wasn't angry. Seeing the girl's expression of "I'm afraid you'll be beaten if you don't leave", he even blinked at her and gave her a "you know" A tacit smile.

Thea was both helpless and funny, sent him to the car, and waved him goodbye: "Thank you, Bruce, go back quickly."

"It sounds like you're driving me away?" Baby Bruce raised her eyebrows, showing a somewhat incredulous expression.

"You know I don't mean that. It's late, Gotham is less safe than Star City," Thea paused for a moment, hesitated, but continued, "Maybe you don't mind getting home safely Send me a message later?"

Thea knew that the last sentence sounded like she was taking the opportunity to tease him, but she didn't care too much.With Gotham's crime rate, Baby Brucey came home alone late at night...she was a little terrified.If something really happened, at least she could call the police immediately?

"Of course, I'm glad you care about me so much." Bruce nodded with a smile, leaning over slightly, giving her a farewell kiss as if he wanted to bid farewell to his girlfriend, but finally stopped, and then stretched out his hand to rub rubbed the top of her head.

After seeing off Bruce, Thea turned back and entered the room, and saw that Tommy and Laurel were no longer in the hall on the first floor, and only Oliver was staring at the door with a dark face.

Seeing that she finally came back, Oliver's face obviously improved a little, and he waved at her with one hand: "I'll take the things upstairs for you."

Thea nodded and followed him upstairs. As soon as she returned to her room, she saw her brother calling her with a serious face:

"Thea, you have to know that Wayne is a playboy."

Thea didn't speak, but turned her head to look at him with a somewhat... subtle expression.

Oliver immediately understood the meaning of her eyes: Oh my God, Oliver also called others a playboy one day?

"Hey, don't look at me like that! Well, I admit it, I'm not qualified to call other people playboys," Oliver was a little annoyed at first, but at the end he found that he couldn't refute, so he could only admit it by touching his nose, and then put his hands together Holding her shoulders, he warned earnestly, "But Thea, just because I'm a playboy, I know what he's thinking best. You can't believe those sweet words he said."

"Actually, Bruce didn't say anything. Today is really just a coincidence." Thea felt a little headache for her brother's excessive nervousness. Nag a little like now, and not get angry at this time, just tilted his head to look at him, "Ollie, you know, Baby Bruce's liking for girls is similar to yours, and I can't meet your standards."

"Who said that?" Oliver raised his eyebrows, and her appearance was reflected in his eyes, "Thea Quinn is the most beautiful girl."

Since Oliver came back, Thea always felt that he seemed to have changed a lot—she couldn't tell what was wrong, but she always felt... He seemed to be a bit out of place with everything around him.But now, at least for this moment, he was back to the way he was five years ago.

Although he has countless shortcomings, he has at least one advantage-he has always loved his family.No matter how many troubles he had gotten into, he was always so kind to her that he was almost overprotective—this has been the case since he was a child.

Thea laughed: "Then in return for this compliment, I bought you new clothes."

Thea bent down and found a shirt and a coat from her shopping bag, spread the coat on her bed, and handed the shirt to the tall young man in front of her: "You haven't bought one for five years. There are new clothes, try them on."

Oliver nodded.

While he was changing, Thea sat on the edge of the bed, lowered her head to send a message to Diana to say she was safe, and couldn't help asking, "Why are Tommy and Laurel here?"

"Laurel almost got into a car accident today, probably because of the case at hand." Oliver obviously didn't intend to involve his sister, so he still spoke rather vaguely, "To be safe, she and Tommy will stay here first tonight."

Thea didn't look up, but frowned: "Only tonight?"

Oliver nodded: "Yes, it will be fine after tonight."

Laurel is a lawyer. When investigating the case, I am afraid that someone's interests were moved, or some evidence was obtained, which caused danger.Since Oliver came back, the mother has almost doubled the number of bodyguards at home, obviously for fear of any accidents to her son.At this time, Quinn's house may be said to be the safest place in the entire Star City.Thea didn't mind them coming to borrow, but it was a little unexpected-why was Oliver so sure that as long as tonight was over, he would be fine?

"Ollie," Thea was wondering if she was overthinking, but she was stunned for a moment when she raised her head, and then her face changed suddenly, "What's going on?"

Oliver had just put on her newly bought shirt, and was buttoning it with her head bowed at this moment—her muscular chest was covered with large and small scars.

Before Oliver could answer, Thea stood up abruptly, grabbed his wrist to stop him from moving, and then tore open his skirt.

There were bruises all over his body, and there was hardly a large smooth piece of skin to be found.

On the day Oliver came back, he had a full physical examination.She was still in school at that time, and after rushing home, she heard that the results of the physical examination were all healthy, so she didn't think much about it.

"Relax, Thea." Oliver touched the top of her head, with a somewhat nonchalant tone, "On an isolated island, you will inevitably get hurt."

"Really...is there only one person?" Thea blurted out.

Oliver froze for a moment, then laughed: "I also hope I don't have to be so lonely."

Thea bit her lip.

Oliver patted her on the shoulder, continued to button his clothes, then leaned over to pick up the coat on the bed and put it on, tugging at the skirt: "Hey sweetheart, what do you think?"

Thea looked up at him, stretched out her hand to smooth out the messy collar for him, and then took a deep breath:

"Ollie, I don't know what happened to you in the past five years. Everyone has their own secrets. If you don't want to tell them, I won't force you. But I just hope that you don't lie to me."

Some of the wounds on his body were obviously knife wounds, and even gunshot wounds - she was a medical student, so she could tell at a glance.A person on an isolated island may be scratched by branches, bruised by stones, or even bitten by animals, but how can he leave knife wounds and gunshot wounds?And the tattoos on his body-five years ago, he didn't have any of these things on his body.

"Oli, maybe you can choose to trust me more? Maybe... I can bear and keep more secrets than you imagined?" Thea finally had a smile on her face. "If you want to talk, I'm willing to listen any time. Well, I just wanted to say..."

"Although my brother is definitely a jerk, I still love him very much. I believe he loves me as much, don't you?"

"Of course, Thea, he loves you very much." Oliver bowed his head and kissed her forehead, "Always has."

"Okay, you should be tired after a day of shopping, take a shower and go to bed early, good night." Oliver let her go, rubbed her hair again before retracting his hand.When she reached the door, she paused for a moment, didn't look back, but stopped at the door and called her in a low voice, "Thea, I just...need a little time."

"I know," Thea nodded, "Good night."

Oliver smiled, then closed the door and went out.After leaving my sister's room, I couldn't help but look back, glanced at the closed door, then looked down and raised my wrist, frowning slightly.

When Thea came over to grab his wrist just now, he dodged subconsciously, but he couldn't dodge.

Just a coincidence...?

In the room, watching her brother go out, the smile on the girl's face finally faded slowly, and she stretched out her hand to press the corner of her forehead, but the wrinkles between her brows still couldn't help but deepened.She thought for a while, picked up the phone, and quickly found a number in the phone book and dialed:

"The dean? I'm Thea Quinn. I want a copy of Oliver's medical report, the more detailed the better. Yes, he has been on a desert island for five years after all, and I am very worried about his health."

When Oliver came back, of course he had an examination in the hospital under the Quinn Group.She is studying medicine, and everyone in the group has long tacitly agreed that she will take over the medicine in the future. It is not difficult to get a medical report.

She won't pry into the secrets that Oliver doesn't want to tell.But at least, first of all, she had to confirm whether Oliver was really healthy.

Bruce sent a message before she went to bed, and Thea was relieved, and lay on the bed full of worries, and I don't know how long it took, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

Until suddenly there was another rustling sound from outside the door.

Thea suddenly remembered the reason for Laurel staying here tonight, most of her sleepiness disappeared immediately, she lifted the quilt and got off the bed lightly, fumbled in her bag for a while, and then leaned sideways against the door .

There seemed to be very light footsteps outside the door.

Thea took a breath, and slowly opened the door bit by bit.

Sure enough, there was a figure looming in the darkness.

Thea carefully probed the door again.

The figure seemed to be aware of it, and turned around all of a sudden.

Four eyes facing each other.

"Ollie?" Thea breathed a sigh of relief after finally seeing the other party clearly, but quickly frowned again, "Where did you go in the middle of the night?"

It was obvious that he had just come back from the outside.

"Thea," the figure opposite was also frowning, "Honey, I think you have to explain where the thing in your hand came from."

Thea looked at the things in her hands: "I think... this is the right of every citizen granted by the Constitution."

"But you're not even an adult yet!" His voice, which had been suppressed as much as possible, couldn't hide his brother's nervousness, "Where did you get the gun?"

"Uh..." It seemed that she lacked confidence this time, and Thea was silent for a while before replying, "Made by Stark."

There was suspicion in Oliver's voice: "Tommy told me that Stark Industries has stopped making weapons in recent years?"

"I mean," Thea's voice was dry, "made by Tony Stark?"