"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
It seemed an inauspicious thing to say on such a festive occasion, but even more so, harrowing. The word "dead" was enough to tug at the heart. Instead of drinking the wine, Bellamy set down his glass and said with a sullen expression, "Don't be ridiculous. I won't let you die." "You idiot, I'm joking with you," Waverly said with a grin before she drank the wine from the glass in one go. She figured that she was downright drunk. Otherwise, she wouldn't have called Bellamy an idiot. Suzi cast Waverly a concerned glance. "I'll go get some water for her. Otherwise, she's prone to headaches when she's drunk." "Thanks, Mom," Bellamy said. It was the first time that Waverly felt so heavy-headed. She leaned on Bellamy's shoulder and fell asleep in no time. Even when drunk, she was a restless sleeper, as if something was weighing on her mind. Bellamy carried her to the bed. She was slightly roused from her doze when he tucked her in. As she watc
A smile lining her lips, Waverly rose to her feet. Helplessly but gently, she said, "I'm alright, really. I like the snow, the darkness, and the quiet. I like the way snow sits quietly on the lake in the dark. It's time for you to go back to bed, okay? Anyway, there's nothing to do tomorrow, I can sleep in. I like how this feels." Bellamy walked over to her. After sweeping off the snow beside Waverly, he seated himself. He, too, looked out over the calm lake. "You're still young now. You have a lot of possibilities ahead of you." "Yeah, a lot of people my age are still studying, but I've made it to the top and enjoyed the scenery of the rivers and mountains, which is far more than enough," With arched eyebrows, Waverly continued Bellamy's words. "I always thought of you as a puzzle. You're been emotionally unstable at times, and at other times, you've managed to get your emotions in order," Bellamy looked at Waverly and said meaningfully. "I cried, and I broke d
Eli slept until almost noon, and she woke up to Sean's absence. Still yawning, she grumbled to get out of bed. After washing up, and with her hair still tousled, she went out to look for Sean. She heard his voice floating from the study. "Let's put it off for another few days, there's no rush. Wouldn't it be better if we all stay home and spend time with our families during the New Year? I have something else to attend to. It will be a couple of days before I go back. That's it, I know. That's all." Sean's tone had already grown disagreeable when he reached the last sentence. It smacked of impatience and unwillingness to yield. Eli's heart stuttered and sank. She knew that he would be leaving soon. With him around, each of her days was enlivened. She often spent time with Sean watching TV on the couch, playing games together, enjoying delicacies together, and even going for a run. No matter what they did, they were thick as thieves. Her
"I was afraid that you'd leave, so I took that as a justification. You're very special to me, to the extent that I can't look at any other woman but you. Waverly, in the past, I couldn't give you happiness, but I can now," Lenold said excitedly. "I'm not interested in men who compartmentalize sex and love. Besides, I have someone I like. Who knows, maybe I'll be with him." Waverly grimaced. "Who? Your husband? I'd like to see which he'll pick; power or you," Lenold said confidently. Waverly knew Bellamy wasn't in it for the power, but for Stella. Everything he did, he was doing it for Stella. "It's not him that I like," Waverly replied, her voice heavy. "If it's not him, then who? Who?!" Lenold was ruffled. "Once I become his wife, you'll know who he is," Waverly replied. "Woof." She was startled to hear the dog bark. Hanging up the phone, she turned back. Only to see Bellamy put down a basket with two black and white puppies
Staring at her solemn expression, Bellamy's heart hurt for some reason, and he found that it hard to breathe. "We'll get back to this after we finish eating." "Okay," Waverly responded with only a word. She picked up the burrito and continued to munch on it. Neither of them spoke until the food was finished. "Bellamy, I will go back to M Country after our divorce," Waverly said. "Are you crazy? You're only courting death if you go back to M Country. Even I won't be able to help you there." Bellamy was a little angry. Waverly smiled slightly. "You don't have to intervene. Whatever I do in the future has nothing to do with you. I know what I'm doing." "What do you mean by 'nothing to do with me'? You are my ex-wife. You were framed because of me, and I will see to it that you can have a safe future," Bellamy said firmly. However, his usage of 'ex-wife' had further steeled her determination. "No need, thank you. You once told me that you appreciat