Bellamy glanced at her and replied, "Don't be ridiculous, you're still a child. Let's eat. The food gets cold easily during winter." He turned around, and Waverly's eyes darkened. Bellamy was treating her like a child. No wonder he had no intentions of having sex with her. "A child is afraid of the dark. I'm scared to stay alone in the room. What should I do?" Waverly asked softly as she walked to the table with a smile. She was not sure if Bellamy heard her words or he just pretended not to. He did not give her any response and just continued eating. "Are you going to work until New Years' Eve?" Waverly asked. "I have a lot of things to attend to recently. I need bigger news to shift the public attention, so there will be more meetings," Bellamy said. "What if all these things were done by Sean? You had been doing a good job for so many years. There should be a lot of supporters," Waverly suggested. "I don't want the country to plunge
Bellamy looked at Waverly's teary eyes, and he felt a twinge of pity in his heart. She had done nothing wrong. If anything, the only mistake she made was having married him. "Please come with me. I've already told them about your matter. They all believe that you are innocent and they will treat you well," Bellamy persuaded. There was a hint of bitterness in Waverly's eyes. A lot of thoughts were racing through her mind. Bellamy's family members were very kind. They were all rational, noble, tolerant, compassionate, and loving. Especially Stella, she was indeed the most perfect woman she had ever seen. Waverly couldn't even bring herself to hate Stella. If compared to Stella, Waverly was nothing. After all, she had never walked into Bellamy's heart. "Okay," Waverly said gently, "I'll go back to my room first. You can ask Marie to prepare a midnight snack for you if you are hungry. All these things will be done by her in the future. Remember to
She grabbed a book of poetry after going back to the kitchen to bring out the breakfast. She liked Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson, and she felt that the poems they wrote portrayed a special sense of beauty and vividness. "Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all," "And sweetest in the gale is heard, And sore must be the storm, that could abash the little bird, that kept so many warm." "I've heard it in the chillest land," "And on the strangest seas;" "Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me." Emily had just gotten married at that time and her husband had gone to war. They could not meet each other, nor they did not have cell phones. The letters they sent took ages to arrive. She waited for days, weeks, months, and finally, the devastating news came. Her husband had died in the war. Emily must have been extremely miserable. Compared to her, Wave
"Perhaps I should start treating you badly now. That way, you will feel happier when you meet someone that treats you better," Bellamy continued Waverly's words. He then poured a large portion of soup for himself and said, "Marie is getting better and better at cooking soup. I can eat several bowls of this by myself." Waverly smiled and lowered her head. Yes, if he had treated her badly, she would then be able to forget about him easier. But apart from not liking her back, he was very good to her. Waverly made some grilled cheese. After eating, Bellamy arranged for a flight and they went to Southern Suburb. When Bellamy arrived, he was greeted by Sandro, "Uncle Bellamy, what took you so long? I missed you." Bellamy stroked Sandro's head lovingly, "Did you miss me playing games with you?" "I woke up today and found a new way to play Snake Blockade. Soldier Assault, it's fun. Let's play together later," Sandro said happily. "Okay," Bellamy answer
It was from the Mccarthy family. She took a deep breath and answered the call. "B*tch, are you happy to have caused the Mccarthy family so much trouble?" Qianna Mccarthy, Waverly's aunt, cursed. Waverly hardened her face, "If we are talking about who's being more b*tchy, I still have a lot to learn from you." "Don't be modest. Back when I was with Lenold, you guys were only boyfriend and girlfriend. As long as you both weren't married, I could certainly steal him away. He chose me because you were inferior to me. However, he's my husband now, yet you're still going after him. Who's the b*tch now?" Qianna asked. "Going after him? You must admire Lenold a lot. I don't have anything to do with him. I was framed. Before you accuse me of something, please bring use your brain if you have one. Bellamy is a hundred times better than him. He's below my standards," Waverly said with certainty. "Save your breath. You know full well what's going on. You've been
"There is, and that's to stop the Mccarthys from clearing their name. If their reputation does not recover, they won't be able to ascend to the empire and target the Griswells. That way, Sean will not be able to clear his name and we could maintain the status quo," Bellamy spoke solemnly. For a time, it seemed as though a storm had passed. "What do you need me to do then?" Waverly asked with full determination. No matter what he asked her to do, she will do it. "I don't need you to do anything. I'm only telling you this out of habit," with a cavalier attitude, Bellamy raised a wicked smile. Waverly's heart fluttered. Bellamy had always been a conscientious person. No one could catch his thoughts from his face. He liked ice cream, but no one knew that. Everyone else thought he didn't like this kind of cold desserts. He'd never showed his true feelings on his face. He said that as a king, it would be very terrible if someone were to catch his pre
Stella felt her heart tightening as if a thorn had penetrated it. It would hurt and turn sore at a touch. "I'll talk to Bellamy about it," Stella said solemnly. Waverly's eyes were brimming with tears as she nodded. "Thank you, and please don't tell him that I came to you. He doesn't want you to know, as he didn't want you to feel guilty and worried about him." "I know," Stella replied in a hushed voice. Waverly then walked out of Stella's room. Stella's heart was in turmoil. Inhaling a deep breath, she got up from the bed, draped on a coat, and stood by the window. Snow was beginning to fall from the sky, and the snowflakes were fluttering. Over the past three years, fragments of her memories would occasionally resurface. Perhaps subconsciously, she didn't want to be in the thrall of her self-denial anymore, and all her memories soon came back. Both the ones she remembered, and the ones she didn't. She felt sorry for Sean for bailing Bel
Joseph fell silent for a long time. "Waverly, if it were five years ago, I would have wanted you even if you weren't a virgin. However, the situation of the Mccarthys is very tense now, and there can't be the slightest scandal. Otherwise, all our efforts will go down the drain." Waverly sat back on the swing calmly, unhurried. "When we grew up, all the adults complimented you for being brilliant, but I was not convinced. I'd always tried to outscore you on tests. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get any compliments from the adults. I don't understand. I am obviously better than you, but why was everyone so generous with complimenting you, but stingy with mine? Even my mother never gave me one. Later, I found out the reason. They said that you were particularly street-smart." "To me, you are smart, just too persistent for your own good. If you had been willing to show a little humility, Grandpa would have loved you and wouldn't have let you fend for yourself all th
The bullet pierced through his chest, and blood dyed Joseph's silver coat red immediately. "Joseph!" Waverly's eyes were bloodshot, and her roaring voice was choked. He looked at her, and wanted to smile, but he didn't have the energy to do so. He fell a few steps back, and leaned against the window. The sea breeze tousled his hair into a mess. "Let go of me!" Waverly struggled, but they were too strong and she couldn't escape. "Push him down, and make sure he dies," said the person who was holding Waverly captive. "No!" Waverly yelled, but her efforts were futile. They walked up to Joseph and pushed him down the window ruthlessly. She screamed, "Joseph Mccarthy!" The person who was grabbing Waverly released her all of a sudden, and she rushed to the window as fast as lightning. Then, she jumped into the sea without hesitation. Joseph had been shot, and his blood diffused into the sea rapidly. Waverly dived into the red pool of blo
Boris asked, "What's the solution?" Breddy answered, "We'll have to make her take the initiative to face it." Boris sighed, "That's easier said than done." Shaking his head, Breddy replied, "It's not too hard. You said it yourself that she's a kind person. She would even help a complete stranger, so what makes you think she won't save a person that's extremely important to her?" Boris was stunned. Breddy continued, "If this person was heavily injured for her, she would realize that there's someone in this world who still loves her, and she'll naturally want to stay in this world for a little longer. By then, she'll be willing to open up her heart." Boris took a pause, and said, "But who is this person?" To the Waverly Martell of the past, Bellamy was everything to her. However, at present, he was nothing. She cared about everyone, but she refused to let others care about her. It seemed as if she had already merged into the world, but th
Waverly frowned and looked at Breddy's left hand. She saw as he put the coin in his left hand, "What if I want you to jump off the top floor?" "Then I'll jump right down." Breddy said affirmatively. He raised his smile and looked incredibly confident. His character was like the calm deep blue sea, vast and far-reaching, which made her feel at ease. Waverly's eyes once again fell on his left hand. "Believe in what you've seen. Things aren't as complicated as they seem. It's just that simple," Breddy reminded her. Waverly pointed at his left hand. As expected, the coin was in the palm of his hand when he opened it. "You won. What do you want me to do?" asked Breddy. Waverly looked coldly at the man in front of her. She would even save a stranger whom she didn't know, so how could she ask Breddy, who was treating her, to seek death? She had no idea why, but judging by his self-confidence, he seemed like he was playing house with
Waverly hesitated. "Just talk to the psychiatrist. Perhaps he would give you new ideas and inspirations. Didn't we agree that will be better for our future?" Boris encouraged her. "We are leaving tomorrow. We might not have time. Thank you for your kindness," Waverly said. "I have made an appointment at ten o'clock in the evening in the hotel. He will come to the hotel," Boris said. "Y-you have arranged an appointment for me today?" Waverly had an unspeakable strange feeling in her heart. Even after knowing the death of his girlfriend, Boris could still call a psychiatrist for her. Did he do so out of friendship, generosity or because he pitied her? "My girlfriend said that she wanted me to do my best to help others on her behalf," Boris said with a smile. "The heavens must have summoned her back to be an angel," Waverly comforted Boris. "I think so too." It was night. Waverly ate a little, took a shower, stayed in the r
Cadwell looked at the files in his hand. They were very thick. He flipped through them briefly. There were twelve pages in it. The files talked about a lot about the nation's history, analyzing the cause, the process, and the result of those incidents. It also explained a few things regarding Queen Danina and Prince Caesar. It analyzed their personalities and gave a prediction on what the future would be like. The analysis was flawless. Every word was written in perfect unison. He could prepare himself in times of danger, so he could exert the right amount of pressure when needed. Furthermore, she had given him two plans, one of which was to work with her and expand his diplomatic power in M Country. She represented the Mccarthy family and also the highest level of weapons. Of course, if he did not feel that such a cooperation was necessary, they would still maintain a good relationship. After all, there was no hatred between him and the Mccarthy family. He woul
"I was wrong. I've realized deeply that I was in the wrong. I should bad-mouth you rather than Madam. Mr. Mccarthy, I should offend you rather than offend Madam," Yadriel lowered his head and said in a low tone. Joseph stood up and walked up to him, "You feel wronged?" "I feel wronged on your behalf." Yadriel's eyes were red as he said, "Mr. Mccarthy, I know very well that even though you've treated her so well, she has never treated you fairly. As soon as Bellamy went to find her, she threw everything away. She didn't even want the title of Peace Lady and was willing to follow Bellamy again. Does she know how much effort, energy and time you've spent in order to earn the title of Peace Lady for her?" "She likes Bellamy, so naturally she doesn't need to think about what's fair or not with him," Joseph said clearly. "If so, why are you treating her so well?" Yadriel didn't understand Joseph's actions. "You're my best friend," Joseph said with sadness in his
Waverly sat down on the sofa, "How's your relationship with Madam Lenny?" "Oh, Madam Lenny has an excellent relationship with Queen Danina. In the past, I even had a meal with Queen Danina with her help," Thomas said. "Do you know why the relationship between her and Queen Danina is so good?" Waverly asked. "I can only say that Madam Lenny has brilliant judgement. In addition to that, she's quite capable. When Queen Danina wasn't a queen yet, they were already close friends." "Perhaps Madam Lenny invested quite a bit of effort in making Queen Danina the queen. Thus, their friendship is incredibly firm and unshakable. At the moment, Prince Caesar is one of the most popular heirs to the throne. Once he becomes king, perhaps Madam Lenny's status will become even more unwavering." "Besides that, according to what I know, Madam Lenny has a strong relationship with many other countries. If those strong countries join forces, then there's no way to break through
"When my friend sent me the video, I asked him to delete it immediately. I came here with a lot of sincerity. Since you've said so, I suppose we don't have to talk about the agreement anymore. I will leave Mexiland in a moment. I'd better not interfere with your business, lest I offend both parties," Waverly said coldly. "Who is your friend? If you don't tell me, I can only treat you as one of them. If you want to leave Mexiland, it won't be that easy," Thomas warned. "Joseph. It was Joseph who gave me the video," Waverly said and hung up. The phone rang with another call from Thomas. Waverly answered and her tone was impatient as she said, "Is there anything else?" "Why did Joseph do that? I don't have anything against him," Thomas didn't understand. "What he wants must be done. If you don't understand him, you can ask your friends about him. I have already told him not to do this, but you insisted on beating around the bush. According to my underst
Agnes smiled, "Okay." "Go rest," Waverly said and slowly closed the door. She stood by the window and looked at the traffic downstairs. Truth be told, she was quite far away and the road was so dark that she couldn't see much with her naked eyes. At most, she could feel the cars rushing by with their bright lights switched on. She wondered where the people in the cars were rushing to. Were they going home or going out to have fun? Did they have desires in their hearts or were they lost in pretense and living like a walking corpse, interacting with people every day? At the moment, she had no other choice but to march forward bravely. She didn't want to go back. She picked up her phone and blocked Bellamy's phone number with a cold and emotionless gaze. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart and she felt much more relaxed. She threw her phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After bathing, she laid on t