"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
"She might be able to live till the last few episodes, but she won't live to the end," Bellamy said decisively. "Why?" It snagged Waverly's curiosity. In her heart, Stella should be the last one standing. "She is very smart, rational, and she can read people's minds quite well. However, sometimes she is too arbitrary and prone to break down. She seems to be invincible, but she has her Achilles' heel. As long as her weakness is captured, she will be vulnerable at the slightest of threat." "Are you saying that I'm without an Achilles' heel? Is that why I can make it to the end?" Waverly asked jokingly. "You're not as capable as her in seeing through people's minds and predict the future. However, you can control your emotions better than she does. Plus, you are still young, and you have greater potential. In the future, you will definitely be more outstanding than her. But, my only wish is that you can be safe and happy. You don't have to be outstanding," Bellamy
Waverly nodded, pushing away the thought. From the drawer, she fetched an envelope with the bonus and handed it to Marie. "Happy New Year, Marie." "Mrs. President, Happy New Year to you too." Marie accepted the envelope from Waverly's hand. "Have you taken your breakfast?" Waverly inquired. "Yes, I have." "Have some fried fritters. We happened to make too much in the morning." Waverly treated her with politeness. "Thank you." "Speaking of which, there is also soup in the pot. Bellamy and I have already eaten. We're going on a trip today and might only come back on the 8th. There are two dogs outside. I may have to trouble you to feed them," Waverly explained. "Okay, that won't be a problem." "Also, there are two boxes of clothes and a box of shoes in my room. I have no need for them anymore. If any of your relatives need them, you're welcome to give it to them," Waverly said. "Yes, yes. Thank you, Mrs. President. They would be more
"Bell, let's watch a movie," Waverly whispered, tilting her head as she leaned on his shoulder. Life had been very bad for the female lead of the movie after losing her brother. She was diagnosed with leukemia, stuck with a disappointing brother and a penniless mother. Even her job was next to awful. Just like that, the heroine and her brother crossed paths again. She held his back while crouching down to cry in front of him. When Waverly saw this, her eyes turned bloodshot. Thinking of herself, she burst into tears watching the TV screen. "Idiot, it's just a movie. It's all made-up. Why are you crying?" Bellamy took out some tissue to wipe off her tears. Waverly's tears were still gushing out. She explained, "When I was a kid, there was this show I liked to watch. When the main character died in the show, I cried for the longest time ever. Only when he was revived later on that I felt better." "Well, you're still a kid now. It's alright for pe