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
All of a sudden, a cloak of awkwardness hung heavy in the atmosphere. Waverly, too, felt very uncomfortable. "I'll put on some clothes. You should wait outside." "Mm." Bellamy took a step back and closed the door for her. The earlier spectacle flashed across his mind, making him a little frustrated. He walked to the table, poured a large glass of cold water, and downed it. Waverly went out once she had some clothes on. Bellamy looked back at her and tried to pretend that nothing had happened. He handed her the sunglasses in his hand and said, "It's still early. Let's go out for a walk." "Bell, I just had a look at the video. Actually, we just need to officially prove that I'm not in the one in the video," Waverly explained. "Alright, but let's put this matter away first. We're on holiday, so we should have our share of fun as much as we want. It's still a little cold outside, not as warm as we had expected. You should wear a long dress instead before going
"The truth isn't important. What's important is being able to pull strings from behind the scenes. It's been five years. I, too, want to witness Bellamy's strength. In the time to come, there'll be a bloodless war. However, no matter who wins or loses, in my eyes, they're just fish in the sea, while I'm the fisherman," Sean explained calmly. "I understand," Reuben said, nodding his head. "Tomorrow, you'll go to Eli's. You're like a brother to her and me. Please take good care of her. Remember to keep an eye out on any man who buzzes around her. I could only blame her for being such a magnetic woman," Sean said helplessly. Reuben cast Sean a strange look. He lowered his head even more respectfully and promised, "I shall do my best to protect and take good care of Mrs. Yaleman and await your return, Mr. Yaleman." Sean's gaze was very intense. He patted Reuben's shoulders and said, "No point just waiting for me. Remember to squelch whatever potential romantic inter
"I've sorted out all of the photos. I'll send them to you later. All the photos of our wedding are with you, right? Send them to me later," Waverly said softly. "Got it, I'll send everything to you. You may have to burn the midnight oil tonight," Bellamy said worriedly. "Don't worry about it. I wanted to do it anyway. But is the money from Student's Giggles enough for you?" Waverly said anxiously. "Stella called me three hours ago. They've prepared 500 million dollars for me. If that's not enough, they'll transfer some money to me again," Bellamy explained. Waverly felt guilty. She had been arguing with Stella that night during New Year's Eve. Yet, at this critical moment, Stella helped her without hesitation. "She's really perfect," Waverly said sincerely, "You have good taste." Bellamy stared at Waverly, not denying her words. He had a good taste all along. For example, he had been attracted to Stella and he had once fallen in love with her.
Waverly noticed that Bellamy had stopped asking questions. Subconsciously, she looked at the messages on the screen. "Lenold's also doing a live broadcast now. He wants to confront you head-on. He said that the video was real and the people in the video are indeed both of you. The person involved has already confessed and yet you're still denying it!" Waverly felt tense. "Let him. I had dated Lenold once, but that was before I married Bellamy. I've never slept with him." "Who can prove that? Both of you are saying different things," a message read. "I... " Waverly began. "Waverly," Bellamy interrupted Waverly. "Don't be rash." Another message appeared. "What were you trying to say?" Bellamy had also expected that Lenold might speak out. "Just allow him to join the live broadcast, but you must remain calm and think before you act. They're probably setting up a trap for you. Before you answer, you should wait two seconds for me." "I can do
It was him, the person that she loved. However, it was pointless to say that right now. It would be nothing but a burden and extra pressure to him. "I don't want to say it right now. Maybe you'll know in the near future. Or maybe you'll never know, and you don't have to," Waverly choked out. "For him, you're willing to sacrifice your reputation and fall from grace?" Bellamy was furious. "Yes, so you don't have to worry about me anymore. I want to go back. I must." Waverly's eyes were bloodshot and she didn't want to speak anymore. She was about to have a mental breakdown. She walked out of the broadcast room and went back to hers, closing the door. Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows, bespeaking unmitigated annoyance. "Mr. President, what should we do now?" Bellamy's subordinate, Quill, asked. Bellamy stared at the computer. Waverly had publicly stated her intention to divorce during the live broadcast. Whatever he did wouldn't have any power to chan
However, it happened a little faster than she had expected. "Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. President. I'm your divorce lawyer," the lawyer greeted while nodding respectfully. "If you have any demands, feel free to mention them to the lawyer," Bellamy said. Waverly was silent, as if she was lost in her own thoughts. "Waverly?" Bellamy repeated as he took a seat beside Waverly. Waverly came to her senses. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you rest for a while first? We'll go through this tomorrow," Bellamy said worriedly. "Please, no, you have work tomorrow. What good would it do to waste your time. Besides, the citizens are waiting for this. We have to put an end to my affairs first," Waverly said softly and looked at the lawyer. "I don't need a penny from this. I didn't bring over anything in the first place, which is also because of my problems." "I'll give you 50 million dollars. If it's not enough, let me know," Bellamy