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
Waverly lowered her head, a welter of thoughts flashing in her mind. She hedged, "Sort of." "How about Lenold? If you still love him, I can bring him out and send him abroad as well," Bellamy promised. Waverly shook her head. "You know, I decided to completely erase this person from my life ever since I married you. Let's not dwell on this anymore. We'd better build the snowman. I have some old clothes that I don't wear anymore, we can put them on the snowman." Bellamy did not continue to probe into it, nor did he focus on this topic anymore. He had been married to Waverly for five years. They had been stuck together almost every day in their lives. He understood Waverly. Once she makes up her mind, no one would be able to change it. They went out to build the snowman. Bellamy and Waverly rolled the snow into a ball. The two of them worked together, and finally, two snowman models were erected within an hour. Waverly went back for her old clothes whi
"Let me help you." Bellamy picked up the skewers on the table. "When did you buy these?" "I bought it online a long time ago, but I never had the chance to use it, so I put them away. Do you want to help me prepare the sticks?" Waverly asked softly. "Of course. Are those ready?" Bellamy looked at the ingredients on the kitchen island as he asked. "These don't need any marinating. You could just stick them on the skewers. We won't be roasting them immediately anyway, not until evening. Place them on that metal plate after you've skewed them." Waverly set an iron plate beside Bellamy. "How come I never knew you were capable of this?" Bellamy asked softly. Waverly gave him a mild smile. She used to take care of her father alone, so she knew how to do all these. After she was married to him, she devoted all her attention to studying politics and strategy. Besides, he had a housekeeper, so there was no need for her to do these drudgeries. "It's not
"Could we drink some wine first? That would help to keep our bodies warm," Waverly said. "Oh, and since when did you become a drunkard? A French guest gave us a bottle of corridor wine back then. It was from 1986 and it's 40% alcohol. One moment, I'll bring it out now." Bellamy stood up. Waverly watched him leave. To think that she was able to enjoy a moment like this with him. She felt nothing but gratification. Bellamy's barbecue rack was made of iron, and it appeared to be quite impressive. The firewood below was burning, while the layer above it was made of special charcoal. The layer above would be where they place their barbecue. Placing some chicken wings and kebabs there, she sprinkled some oil, cumin, salt, and a small amount of chili powder. She turned it around and repeated the action. Gradually, her body warmed up. She realized that not only did Bellamy bring her the wine, he even brought a mug along. "What's this for?" Waverly asked cur