Lord Vilante's Threat.

 Bella was perfectly still in her place, the image that Marco had brought her literally paralyzed her. His lips seemed locked, unable to utter a word from there. No small talk, not long after Bella sat in a chair with her body stretched out. Some in white aprons as well as a chef's distinctive cap and cap enter the room carrying a load of delicious-looking dishes, the dishes that were previously arranged on the trolley and then one by one are transferred to the table.

 The table beside him sat their great master and his special guest, the cooks did their duty with silence. Dare not make a sound even in the slightest. When they finished moving all the meal, they simply lowered themselves before leaving the two still in their seats.

 "Please enjoy, miss miller!" Marco says, enjoying the meal that is available in front of him, in contrast with the very Bella who is squinting at his eyes. Looking intently at the dishes, as if making sure there was nothing suspicious about any of the dishes that looked good.

 "You didn't put anything in this, did you?"

 Whoopee!

Marco's apparently enjoying his meal suddenly choked when a question came out of Bella's mouth, he didn't believe it would be asked of him. Usually any man is asked to eat any food by him, then he'll do it right away.

 In contrast with the girl in front of him who courageously asked him that way, do not forget how to look Bella in the icy Marco.

 Marco then pulled the corner of his lips in a flat expression after successfully normalizing his body's reaction with the unanticipated question, the icy stare he had pointed at Bella. To put her in a low voice in front of Marco, when he had previously tried to muster all the courage she had left.

 But all at once when she saw that cold look on Marco's face, Bella seemed to think it was a warning to him. Warning him not to do or say anything.

 "What do you mean!" said Marco without stopping his glaring eyes on Bella, making her look so disconcerted.

 "Yeah, just in case you put poison in my food." Bella once again raised her head from the ground up, looking at Marco fearlessly.

 Bella didn't think she should be afraid of Marco because all of this meant her life, of course she wouldn't want to lose her life just because she didn't dare a cool guy in front of her.

 Bella's question answered only with a cynical smile on Marco's lips, though he was deeply surprised by her courage. Marco was well controlled, and that made his conversation impossible to guess what he was thinking.

 "Why would I want to poison you?" Marco asked in his cool tone and piercing stare.

 "Who knows you want to kill me for your own sake, don't we ever get to know each other?"

Ignoring the inquisitive bellas, Marco tells her to finish her food right away. She argued she didn't want to waste her time filling her stomach, which she thought was too valuable to spend in front of the dinner table.

 "But --"

 "Finish your food quickly or I will shove it down your throat!" Marco said before Bella could finish her speech, the girl hesitated to put a mouthful of food in her mouth. Still wondering about the safety of the food, but he can't do much in that place. Since there must be a lot of guards out there that would make a move if he did anything to Marco, Bella could only pray that what went into his stomach wasn't as toxic as he thought.

 Finished with the meal, it was apparently the middle of the night. Confusion returned to Bella as she thought of returning to her apartment, how would she find a taxi to take her back?

 While he left his bike in the cafe because of the kidnapping of Marco's driver, he didn't have time to take it with him.

    In the confusion that overwhelmed her, suddenly a woman in a servant's uniform approached her. Ask Bella to go with him.

 The attendant led Bella into a room large enough, telling her to rest in the room. Bella, of course, was surprised by what the servant said, not expecting to hear from her to spend the night at Marco's.

 "No, I just want to go back to my apartment. I don't want to spend the night here!" Bella said refused to spend the night.

 "Miss miller, but this is an order from master Marco himself. And you can't say no to him!" the butler replied.

 "Why can't I say no to him? I don't know who he is anyway, so I guess I don't have to do what he says. The whole point of being kidnapped by pablo was to accept a dinner invitation from Marco after that was all done. Bella felt she had no business being there, so it was only natural for her to leave Marco's house.

But who knows if it turns out she's still not allowed out of the house for any reason, even so Bella won't give up. He kept trying so hard to get out of the cold, arrogant man Marco's house.

 At the sound of the commotion, Marco, who at the time had deliberately watched his attendant bring Bella in and instructed her to stay overnight, walked right up to her.

 If the waitress can't get Bella to behave, then she'll have to do it herself. Maybe a little threatening might keep Bella in line with her orders, especially if she remembered that her boyfriend was still in the hospital.

 The corners of his lips were drawn upward as he thought of a threat he was going to tell Bella in there, a threat that was more than just a threat. Marco could have done anything to a man named darrel, especially not liking Bella's proximity to other men.

  "Please leave the house, but remember. Your three steps outside this house, and you will hear the news of your damn friend's death!" exclaimed Marco loudly, and Bella immediately turned her eyes on him. Didn't expect him to use darrel to threaten her, but at the same time, it made Bella understand that the people who hurt her were Marco's agents.