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
Powerless, Bellamy could only look at her. He picked her up and placed her on the bed. "I'll check on your knee later. Are you hurt?" "No. I'm wearing such thick trousers, how can I get hurt? Bellamy, you should go first. I'm going to take a bath. I stink of barbecue smell," Waverly said with a smile. "Can you really do it alone?" Bellamy was worried. "Do you want to help me with the shower?" "Stop joking." Bellamy's face stiffened. "I can do it alone." Waverly tried to convince him by smiling. "Alright. Shout at me if you need anything." Waverly nodded and agreed. Bellamy then left her room. She was so weak that she could not stand up, her head heavy. She wanted to just sleep, but she still managed to sit up. Even so, she did not want to walk at all. She took off her down jacket and tossed it on the bed before taking off her sweater. The only piece of clothing left on her was a black camisole. She slowly stood up and swayed towar
"I need a rest too." Eli flopped down on the sofa. Sean smiled dotingly before turning to look at Bellamy. Once again, he returned to his usual calmness and self-confidence. "Let's talk in the study." Bellamy smiled as he closed his eyes. They were all former presidents with a similar air of maturity and forbearance. They shared the same introverted temperament too. In the fights between the wise, a placid ambiance could be a front to hide everything hostile, but not the quake underneath. Bellamy and Sean entered the study. Not a word exchanged, only glances. "Is there any reason you're looking for me?" Sean broke the silence first. "I should have visited yesterday, but I was afraid that you would feel burdened, so I came a little later. I know that you are going to leave tomorrow," Bellamy said. "It doesn't matter when you come. I'll be back every year, and you can swing by then," Sean said meaningfully. "It will be simple for me if I wa
"Are you bringing anyone with you?" Waverly asked. "Yeah, six people. Four men and two women. With us together, there will be eight people in total. We can form a group." "Have you notified any authority in Africa?" Waverly asked with concern. "It's a private trip." "When will we come back? Are we really coming back on the 8th? That's too late. You have to work on that day. After all, you are the President. It's not good to be absent on your first day. I only mentioned that I want to go to Africa as a passing remark. Africa is too far, it will still take us two days by plane. It's a waste of time. Tomorrow is the 3rd, so we'll come back on the 6th. We'll go enjoy ourselves for three to four days. That'll be enough, and I'll be satisfied with it. You can then prepare for work on the 7th," Waverly was thinking of his duty. "Hey, it'll be fine. This is the last trip. I'm just doing it as you wish," Bellamy said softly. The more thoughtful he was toward
"Are you... Bellamy?" Lenold asked in surprise. "Yes, and don't call her again." Bellamy then hung up the phone. Waverly was utterly moved, tears already welling in her eyes. She was very clear that it was impossible for them to be together. However, whenever she heard it coming out of others' lips, her annoyance would peak, her discomfort harsh. Even if Bellamy was weaving white lies, it was only stemming from his intention to help her. He had been nothing but nice to her. So far, he was one of the only two people in the world who had ever treated her with such care. One was Bernald, who had died because of her, and the other was Bellamy. She did not want Bellamy to be implicated because of her. In truth, she still had a way to prove her innocence. She was still a virgin, and all she had to do was to prove that. However, she had been married to Bellamy for five years. If word of her still being a virgin got out, it would definitely create another pr