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