However, his face gave nothing away. Joseph was too unfathomable. He looked up at her. For some reason, she felt that his gaze was filled with sympathy and pity. Had she seen it wrongly? Or was he up to something else? "It's not bad." He praised, "When I visited your house, you made me meatballs too, right? I asked you how you made it. You said you added vegetables to it." Waverly sat opposite him. She calmed down and replied, "What I made before was indeed meatballs with hidden vegetable fillings." He looked up at her and said in confusion, "I asked people to make meatballs with vegetable fillings, but they don't taste the same." "It's not pork filling, but lard. I'm sure your chef won't use lard as fillings," she said. She was hungry, so she picked up a meatball. "What is lard?" Joseph frowned. It didn't sound like a good word. "You know, my father was poor at that time. My family couldn't even afford oil, let alone pork. We
"You..." Waverly paused. She wanted to ask Hayley if she had feelings for Joshua. However, when she thought about it, Hayley was still a sixteen-year-old child. No, a sixteen-year-old girl could be looking forward to love, too. "Do you like Joshua?" Waverly finally asked. "Between Joshua and Yadriel, I like Joshua. However, I like you better than Joshua, Madam. But between Mr. President and you, I still like you the most," Hayley replied naively. Waverly was relieved. Hayley did not have much contact with men. That was why she said this. She should not have any special feelings for Joshua. "I see. Let's call it a day. I'll have dinner and sleep early. I have to get up early tomorrow and go back to A Country," Waverly said and hung up the phone. She continued her meal. Fifteen minutes later, she came out of the room. There was no one else on the mountain. It was so dark that one could not see very far. The air was slightly cool and r
"Everything should be fine. I didn't hear anything from him. I'll ask and give you an update," Stella said and hung up the phone. Waverly got on the plane. The plane took off. She stared at her phone, waiting for Stella's call. When the plane entered the stratosphere, her phone rang. Waverly took it out immediately and looked at it. It was from Joseph. Her eyes dimmed. She answered the call and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?" "After spending the night together, how can you treat me like this? If that's so, I don't have anything to say to you." He hung up the phone. An idea flashed past her mind. She figured that what he wanted to tell her was about Bellamy, so she called him back immediately. On the other hand, he answered. "I haven't had breakfast or lunch. I'm not in a good mood as I'm hungry now," she explained. "What do you want to tell me?" "I have already instructed someone to cook you a meal and send it
Bellamy suddenly clenched his fists and looked at Waverly. She smiled gently, "It's about Yasmine, right? It doesn't matter. I support any decision you make." He did not hide his distress and apologized, "Something happened. At noon, I already signed the contract with her. I got 5000 new weapons from M Country as compensation." She fixed her eyes on him and her breathing hitched. She thought that he did not drive Yasmine away. She was ready to compete in intelligence and tactics to drive her away. It turned out that he had signed the contract with Yasmine before she could return to A Country. He did not give her even a sliver of a chance. He crushed her hope. There seemed to be a knife slashing her heart. She felt like she couldn't breathe due to the excruciating pain. She thought that he supported her. He came to M Country to see her and promised to take her back to A Country. He asked her to receive him and gave her a chance to negotiate. He
Bellamy's face was still gloomy when he got to the shore. His subordinate handed over a towel. He took it and threw it to Waverly. In a cold voice, he said, "Go to the nearest hotel." He got in the car. She saw the doctor following them. She walked towards the front seat and saw her disheveled self in the reflection of the glass window. Her wig was crooked now. Her makeup was also ruined, which made her look funny. Without makeup and expensive clothes, she was like a clown. She tidied up her hair and sat in the front seat. Even though the heating was turned on, she still felt cold and she was shivering. She looked at Bellamy in the rearview mirror. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. He was drenched and he didn't say a single word. The doctor was flustered and didn't know what to do. Two minutes later, they arrived at a hotel nearby. Bellamy's men handed the room key card to her. She entered the eleva
Waverly lifted her hair and smiled, "I cut my hair very short for some reasons before, only to find that it does not suit me. Hence, I bought wigs. It looks fake, doesn't it?" Bellamy shook his head, "Your current hairstyle suits you well. It's charming and youthful." "Ha." She laughed, "Thank you for your compliment, President Chuck. When my hair is longer, I'll change to this hairstyle. Honestly, I can only wear a wig in this season. When it's summer, it'll be too hot for wigs." "Your face is small, so short hair should suit you. You don't have to care much about others' opinions. Just do what you want to do." She nodded and continued to look out of the window. After a while, they arrived at the hotel of the Department of External Affairs, which was guarded by guards. "You don't have to send me in," she said. Bellamy looked at his watch, "I'll wait for you outside for half an hour. Is it enough?" "Yes." She walked inside. Under the guid
Bellamy's brows furrowed and he continued staring at her side profile, "Let's have a good talk." Waverly looked back at him, "A talk about what?" "I'm sorry about Yasmine. I didn't handle it properly, which made you uncomfortable," he said. Her attitude was imperative for him. "It's okay, I understand. The choice you made is correct. For me, I didn't gain or lose anything, but for Quill, he suffered much loss. Moreover, this matter can affect the reputation of our country. You don't have to feel sorry. I am not unreasonable. After thinking it through, I will be fine," she smiled. His eyes were fixated on her. At this moment, he would rather she was unreasonable. He would rather she scolded him and asked him to compensate her. He didn't want to see her being so sensible. She was calm, which made his heart ache even more. "I have secretly called Ronaldo. He promised to let you enter the cabinet. You will participate in all charity projects. After
The lamp posts lit up. She stood up and looked at her watch, "I wonder if Marie has finished cooking dinner." "Let's go and check on dinner." Bellamy got to his feet and looked at her, "Are you cold?" "I'm good. It's getting hot now and it's not dark at this time," she said. He took her hand, "Your hand is cold. After you go in, have a cup of tea first. You fell into the lake today, so you have to be extra careful to not catch a cold. It'll be uncomfortable if you get sick." "Got it. You're so long-winded." She walked forward. He smiled, "I think you're just jealous of my eloquence. Acting like Zephyrus?" She paused. In Greek mythology, the God of the West Wind, Zephyrus, was infatuated with Hyacinthus. Hyacinthus was a very beautiful Spartan prince and lover of the god Apollo. It was a pity that Zephyrus wounded Hyacinthus fatally out of jealousy when Hyacinthus was playing a game of Quoits with Apollo, but even the God of Healing