Todos os capítulos de Billionaire's Pampered Wife: Capítulo 881 - Capítulo 890

She put on some make-up hastily and adjusted her hair. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and asked with a smile, "Yes?" "Come and eat," Bellamy said simply. Although it was just simple words, Waverly was overwhelmed with emotions. These were words that someone would utter only if you were family. After her parents divorced, her father would often get drunk outside and not come home. She would always be left alone at home since she was a child. After preparing the meals, she would often tell her cat at home that it was time to eat because she was too lonely. She had been with Bellamy for five years. Although they were never intimate, Bellamy treated her very well. He did everything with her. They ate meals, took strolls together, and went shopping with her. Even when they attended banquets, he would take care of her and refrained her from drinking too much alcohol. When she was ill, he would bring her medicine and water, and even if she had a nightmare, h

Bellamy glanced at her and replied, "Don't be ridiculous, you're still a child. Let's eat. The food gets cold easily during winter." He turned around, and Waverly's eyes darkened. Bellamy was treating her like a child. No wonder he had no intentions of having sex with her.  "A child is afraid of the dark. I'm scared to stay alone in the room. What should I do?" Waverly asked softly as she walked to the table with a smile. She was not sure if Bellamy heard her words or he just pretended not to. He did not give her any response and just continued eating.  "Are you going to work until New Years' Eve?" Waverly asked. "I have a lot of things to attend to recently. I need bigger news to shift the public attention, so there will be more meetings," Bellamy said. "What if all these things were done by Sean? You had been doing a good job for so many years. There should be a lot of supporters," Waverly suggested. "I don't want the country to plunge

She grabbed a book of poetry after going back to the kitchen to bring out the breakfast. She liked Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson, and she felt that the poems they wrote portrayed a special sense of beauty and vividness. "Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all," "And sweetest in the gale is heard, And sore must be the storm, that could abash the little bird, that kept so many warm." "I've heard it in the chillest land," "And on the strangest seas;" "Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me." Emily had just gotten married at that time and her husband had gone to war. They could not meet each other, nor they did not have cell phones. The letters they sent took ages to arrive. She waited for days, weeks, months, and finally, the devastating news came. Her husband had died in the war. Emily must have been extremely miserable. Compared to her, Wave

It was from the Mccarthy family. She took a deep breath and answered the call. "B*tch, are you happy to have caused the Mccarthy family so much trouble?" Qianna Mccarthy, Waverly's aunt, cursed. Waverly hardened her face, "If we are talking about who's being more b*tchy, I still have a lot to learn from you." "Don't be modest. Back when I was with Lenold, you guys were only boyfriend and girlfriend. As long as you both weren't married, I could certainly steal him away. He chose me because you were inferior to me. However, he's my husband now, yet you're still going after him. Who's the b*tch now?" Qianna asked. "Going after him? You must admire Lenold a lot. I don't have anything to do with him. I was framed. Before you accuse me of something, please bring use your brain if you have one. Bellamy is a hundred times better than him. He's below my standards," Waverly said with certainty. "Save your breath. You know full well what's going on. You've been

Stella felt her heart tightening as if a thorn had penetrated it. It would hurt and turn sore at a touch. "I'll talk to Bellamy about it," Stella said solemnly. Waverly's eyes were brimming with tears as she nodded. "Thank you, and please don't tell him that I came to you. He doesn't want you to know, as he didn't want you to feel guilty and worried about him." "I know," Stella replied in a hushed voice. Waverly then walked out of Stella's room. Stella's heart was in turmoil. Inhaling a deep breath, she got up from the bed, draped on a coat, and stood by the window. Snow was beginning to fall from the sky, and the snowflakes were fluttering. Over the past three years, fragments of her memories would occasionally resurface. Perhaps subconsciously, she didn't want to be in the thrall of her self-denial anymore, and all her memories soon came back. Both the ones she remembered, and the ones she didn't. She felt sorry for Sean for bailing Bel