Revenge to The Devil

"Wasn't it so coincidental? Did God hear my inner voice? Was he testing me?" I thought to myself. Jonathan appeared so abruptly and unexpectedly, wanting to pay for sharing snacks with him.

Astonished, I turned around to look for him! It just took a few seconds to find him sitting gracefully on the sofa in the corner. His creamy, white shirt was shining. I took a deep breath to let the air fill my chest, letting me forget the feelings of emptiness and loss for a while.

I guessed my words were too revealing, they shocked the waiter, as he seemed quite surprised.

"Desiree! It's not a joke, especially with him!" Shawn said.

I was not in the mood to care about what he was trying to say, because I was so nervous, waiting for Jonathan's response, that I forgot to breathe.

Walking up to Jonathan timidly, the waiter gave him the note and the coin and said a few words.

As he read the note, he had hardly any expression on his face, only a faint sneer in the corners of his mouth.

Shawn saw his reaction and became even more worried. So, he caught up with me on my way back to the hotel and said, "Desiree! You are in big trouble! He is Jonathan Li, a notorious gang leader! Haven't you heard about him?"

"Yes, I have. So, what?" I said. No one knew him better than I did.

"He's no ordinary person," Shawn said as he lowered his voice, "Nobody dares to provoke him, let alone women! Not even a superstar or a famous model, no one dares to refuse his requests." I felt a pain in my chest, I couldn't understand such pride, for a woman to never dare say no.

Shawn continued to inform me about him, "Recently, he switched to legitimate trade, but he has kept his reputation, even now the most powerful men in the black market refer to him as 'Boss.' Now, if you ever dared to offend him, it would be too reckless and a rash of you...if he found you were playing him, he would definitely torture you to death. "

When Shawn saw that I was silent, he thought that I was frightened by what he had said, then quickly comforted me by saying, "It's alright. I'll explain it to him for you. Then you can apologize to him politely. He will surely forgive you and forget it!"

Before I had a chance to say anything, Shawn was already dragging me over towards Jonathan. He greeted him politely and tried to explain, "Mr. Li, I'm sorry! My friend is always joking, and she is not serious, I hope you don't mind!"

Jonathan glanced at him, stared at us holding hands, then looked up at me with his gruesome, cold eyes and said, "This joke is not funny at all!"

I didn't think it was funny, either. And I pulled my hand away from Shawn.

The routine of former lovers encountering one another would go something like this: If their love had died out, they would pretend to be strangers; or they would exchange glances with a meaningful look in their eyes, then turn their eyes in another direction pretentiously.

But we were different. "It has been two years since I last saw you, you have not changed, still so young!" I said as I smiled sweetly at him and spread my arms around his neck.

When I hugged him, I clearly felt the stiffness of his muscles. On a whim, I kissed his cheeks gently and whispered in his ear in a voice that people nearby could hear, "I miss you... Dad!"

I felt his muscles relax as he smiled. I was about to loosen my hands and saw how shocked the people nearby seemed. Suddenly, he held me tightly around my waist, and held me in his arms whispering "Me, too."

Then, he grabbed me by my arm to take me out of the golden hall…