This chapter contains # False Dun Dong, # True Dun Me, # Beast Me

Under Mr. Stevie's strong request, I started to help him manage his finances.

Actually, I struggled with this for a few days. After all, when I was a secretary, it was normal to use the boss's card to buy things for him, but it was a bit excessive to hold his passbook and bank card password in my hands.

I found that he was a really good person. He didn't have much savings, although his salary was high, because most of the money was used to help poor students complete their studies.

It was also because of this that he couldn't afford a house in Brooklyn. I asked him why, but he only shook his head with a smile and didn't answer me.

He didn't rely as much on electronic products as modern people, but he was able to use everything I taught him. He wasn't like an old fossil who stubbornly refused to learn.

He has always had an open mind towards the development of technology. He mentioned this to me before. In the past, he was the most advanced high-tech product of the era. So why would he remain stagnant in the next century?

As long as I was willing to teach him, he was willing to learn.

Although he was more down-to-earth with a pen, he used the pile of beautiful notebooks I bought for him to write down what he saw and heard, what he thought was delicious, fun, and useful.

At first, he naturally refused the things I bought for him with my own money, but he still couldn't resist my coaxing.

I could feel that he treated me as someone he could trust. Sometimes, he would even take care of me like an older brother. Occasionally, he would look at me in a daze. But I guessed that he was looking at me for the person he had lost time and time again but had been searching for.

Who would have thought that someone as handsome and elegant as me would one day be reduced to a substitute?

At this time, I would unpretentiously interrupt his thoughts and remind him that the handsome guy in front of him was me.

"It's better to use a beautiful notebook to write, just like how chicken wings taste better when you eat them with your hands."

The earthy and refreshing atmosphere was destroyed by my growling stomach.

We smiled at each other and went to KFC to order three family buckets. He ate two and a half.

Other than a few young boys and girls who wanted to take pictures with him, our meal was quite peaceful.

After dinner, I accompanied him to take the subway to see the scenery. He would always look outside and tell me what it was like when he came here in the past.

Then we would go to the boxing gym he used to go to. The owner of the gym was very fond of him because he always broke their sandbags and I was busy losing money to buy new ones.

Watching him hit the sandbag from behind was really a pleasure. His broad shoulders and narrow waist made him feel tight in anything. His sweat gradually soaked his gray T-shirt, and his sweatpants outlined the muscles on his buttocks and thighs, standing firm under his movements. Tsk, I really want to try it.

But I could only think about it. I knew that he had that person in his heart, and it wasn't hard to find out.

Every month, he would spend at least one day in the Captain America exhibition hall at the Smithsonian Museum. He would stand in a corner with his hat lowered and stare blankly at the documentary on the wall, reminiscing about the past.

Although that person didn't exist in his life, it was full of traces of that person. As a secretary, if I couldn't even notice such a small thing, then it would be a waste of my efforts.

Every time I thought about the person in his heart and thought of me as a substitute, I would be a little unhappy.

But I couldn't help it. He was the boss, and I was the secretary. No matter how unhappy I was, life had to go on.

I compensated him for the two broken sandbags and asked for a receipt to reimburse him with Double couplet.

Under the envious gaze of a group of people, I followed him into the bathroom. I put down a change of clothes and a towel for him and turned around to come out. Of course, I didn't see his gentle but passionate gaze as he looked at my back.

You know, if I stayed in there with my nosebleeds, I wouldn't have been able to wait for the ambulance.

He wasn't called 'Big Boobs Sweetheart' in his early years for nothing. I've seen all the information. When Agent Carter was successful in his experiment, he touched Mr. Stevie's chest without following the script. Isn't there a time when everyone can't help themselves?

Just like how I would occasionally look at his T-shirt, which was stretched to the limit, and want to grab two fistfuls.

But I never would have thought that my sanctimonious new boss, who clearly had someone in his heart, would touch my chest before I coveted him.

Actually, the moment Mr. Stevie touched my chest, my nipple was stunned. Oh.

Sorry, it was my brain.

It happened like this. That night, he and Falcon dragged me to a small bar near our house. They took a few bottles of red wine and three tall glasses from the front desk and took me to a small round table in the corner.

With the lyrical music played by the live band, we first toasted Team America's seventy years of absence, and then toasted the people in our lives that we wanted to keep but couldn't.

The person that Team America has been looking for, Falcon's lost comrade, and my ex. They were all beautiful things that we once had in our lives but lost.

Listening to Team America's military stories from seventy years ago, I also shared with them some interesting things that happened when I was in school.

For example, there was a guy who learned to smoke in university, but he burned his hand when he lit the cigarette. The cigarette fell and burned a hole in his new clothes. He nervously picked it up and put it in his mouth, but contrary to everyone's expectations, he put it in the wrong way and burned his mouth.

As expected, the two of them couldn't stop laughing. Team America's hand patted my chest more than once. After a moment of confusion, I coughed a few times and felt some internal bleeding. I wanted to go to the hospital to get an X-ray and see if the doctor could report it as a work injury.

With the help of the alcohol, I felt my surroundings getting hotter and hotter. After searching for a long time, I found that it was the heat emitted by Team America who never got drunk. It turns out that he can turn into a heater when he's cold. He really is a warm guy.

"Although I'm a man, you can't just touch my chest. I can sue you for harassing your subordinates, you know?"

I teased him and said, "Actually, I just wanted to use him as an excuse to touch his chest in his own way."

"I'm afraid it's a little difficult. I'm your boyfriend, remember?" After interacting with him for a while, I realized that Mr. Stevie actually has a glib tongue.

He tilted his head and asked me in return. His expression was so serious that I thought he wasn't joking about the magazine's title.

However, I still knew my place. I immediately put on my disguise and nodded with a smile.

I wanted to imitate him and pat his chest, but Falcon's gaze and tone pulled me back to reality. "Little secretary, the person who keeps staring at you is …?"

The three of us sat around a small round table. Falcon sat at the innermost part with his back against the wall. Mr. Stevie and I sat on his left and right respectively, forming a tripod. His eyes kept glancing behind me. Mr. Stevie and I looked at each other, then we both looked behind me.

Motherf * cker, it's that bastard who left without saying goodbye!

The moment I saw him, my body couldn't help but walk towards him. I raised my hand and slapped him, sending his glasses flying.

In the beginning, I was infatuated with his gentlemanly appearance, but now, I hate him as much as I hate him.

That bastard didn't care too much. He smiled as gently and foolishly as before. He hugged me tightly and muttered, "I can finally see you." It was still the same warm hug and the same handsome face.

Seeing that I didn't react, he held my wrist tightly and asked, "I heard that Captain America is your new boyfriend?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

I wanted to break free from him, but I wasn't as strong as him. My entire right hand was red and congested from his grip.

"Sir, please let him go!"

In the next second, Mr. Stevie appeared beside me to stop him. That bastard only let go of me after seeing him.

I rubbed my right wrist that was bruised from the bastard's grip and held back the tears that were about to fall. I said to Mr. Stevie, "I'm sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to. I might have to take leave tomorrow."

Falcon was watching from the side. I apologized to both of them and pulled that bastard's collar all the way back to my house.

I didn't expect that my flirty scene with Team America wouldn't bring back Mulai's left hand, but it would bring back that bastard.

After we entered my house, I pressed him against the door and kissed him as much as I wanted. Then, I dragged him into the bedroom and did it with him. Maybe it was because we hadn't done it in a long time, but both of us came out very quickly.

"Bastard, why did you leave without saying goodbye for five years?"

I pushed him away from me and flipped over to lie on top of him. I panted heavily, but I didn't stop. His chest was bigger than it was a few years ago.

He reached out and pulled me into his arms. He shook his head and said, "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

"Hank McCoy!!

Don't talk nonsense with me. Don't think that I've forgiven you! "

I struggled out of his arms and rode on top of him. I took a pillow and covered his face with it, preparing to suffocate him.

He pulled me into his arms again without much effort and hugged me tightly so that I couldn't move.

"I joined the X-men."

“？！”

Are you kidding me? I'm so familiar with the Justice League and The Avengers. Who in the X-men wouldn't I know?

He saw me frown and kissed me between my eyebrows. He said, "I told you that you wouldn't believe me. I'm the one with long blue hair, Beast.

I didn't dare to look for you for the past five years because I was afraid that I would scare you. Recently, I finally developed a drug to suppress the mutated cells. I saw your picture in the gossip magazines as soon as the experiment was successful. "He finished his long speech as if he was reciting a script.

Do you think you're Deadpool?

You actually played such a trick where you didn't want to see me because you were afraid of scaring me?

My face turned cold. I'd been looking for an excuse for his departure all these years, but I'd never expected the reality to be so disappointing. "So?

Are you expecting me to forgive you now? "

"I … I've let you down. It's my fault." He seemed to have a thousand words stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say them.

I'd been worried about him for the past five years. Self-blame, guilt, and heartache had filled my heart all the time. But he'd appeared with such a lousy excuse. It really made me feel disheartened.

"Thank you for coming to end things with me. Take this as a break up fee. You can leave now. Don't come looking for me again." I got up and pushed him away. I wanted to get out of bed and wash up in the bathroom.

But he grabbed my wrist. There was a look of forbearance in his eyes as he said to me calmly, "I'm not here to end everything with you. Can we start over?"

I shook my head coldly and said, "No."

He said that he didn't dare to see me because he was afraid of scaring me. But did he really know how ridiculous this reason was?

Would calling or sending a message scare me?

Was it so hard to at least tell me that he was safe?

At this moment, I suddenly thought of Team America. He'd disappear for a few days every month, but he'd always leave a note, send a message, ask the Double couplet's staff to pass a message, and sometimes even send me an email. In short, he'd always do his best to inform me as soon as possible. He'd never let me worry about him.

"Because you have a new lover, right?"

There was a trace of emotion in his eyes that I couldn't understand. It was grievance, despair, and deep regret.

Without waiting for me to answer, he continued, "I was really wrong five years ago. I shouldn't have let you go. Even if I was … with you, I wouldn't be in as much pain as I am now."

Excuses, all of them were excuses!

I couldn't listen to anything he said now, but soon, I realized how wrong I was.

To be continued

Intimate Guide to this chapter:

1. Brooklyn House: For details, see Team America's lines in Double couplet 2.

2. Old Fossil: Please read the lines at the beginning of Team America 2 when Sister Widow drives to pick him up.

3. Cutting-Edge Products of Technology: Please see Double couplet 2. After Agent Hill reported to Team America about Red Witch and Quicksilver, Team America's answer.

4. Taking the Subway to See the Scenery: Please see the deleted scene of Team America in Double couplet 1.

5. Punching a Sandbag: Please see Double couplet 1.

6. Captain America Exhibition Hall in the Smithsonian Museum: Please see Team America's 2.

7. Agent Carter Who Didn't Follow the Script: Please search "Team America Breasts Attacked by the Female Protagonist".

8. Team America Who Never Gets Drunk: Please see Team America's 1.