All Chapters of Billionaire's Pampered Wife: Chapter 891 - Chapter 900

Joseph fell silent for a long time. "Waverly, if it were five years ago, I would have wanted you even if you weren't a virgin. However, the situation of the Mccarthys is very tense now, and there can't be the slightest scandal. Otherwise, all our efforts will go down the drain." Waverly sat back on the swing calmly, unhurried. "When we grew up, all the adults complimented you for being brilliant, but I was not convinced. I'd always tried to outscore you on tests. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get any compliments from the adults. I don't understand. I am obviously better than you, but why was everyone so generous with complimenting you, but stingy with mine? Even my mother never gave me one. Later, I found out the reason. They said that you were particularly street-smart." "To me, you are smart, just too persistent for your own good. If you had been willing to show a little humility, Grandpa would have loved you and wouldn't have let you fend for yourself all th

A smile lining her lips, Waverly rose to her feet. Helplessly but gently, she said, "I'm alright, really. I like the snow, the darkness, and the quiet. I like the way snow sits quietly on the lake in the dark. It's time for you to go back to bed, okay? Anyway, there's nothing to do tomorrow, I can sleep in. I like how this feels." Bellamy walked over to her. After sweeping off the snow beside Waverly, he seated himself. He, too, looked out over the calm lake. "You're still young now. You have a lot of possibilities ahead of you." "Yeah, a lot of people my age are still studying, but I've made it to the top and enjoyed the scenery of the rivers and mountains, which is far more than enough," With arched eyebrows, Waverly continued Bellamy's words. "I always thought of you as a puzzle. You're been emotionally unstable at times, and at other times, you've managed to get your emotions in order," Bellamy looked at Waverly and said meaningfully. "I cried, and I broke d

"I was afraid that you'd leave, so I took that as a justification. You're very special to me, to the extent that I can't look at any other woman but you. Waverly, in the past, I couldn't give you happiness, but I can now," Lenold said excitedly. "I'm not interested in men who compartmentalize sex and love. Besides, I have someone I like. Who knows, maybe I'll be with him." Waverly grimaced. "Who? Your husband? I'd like to see which he'll pick; power or you," Lenold said confidently. Waverly knew Bellamy wasn't in it for the power, but for Stella. Everything he did, he was doing it for Stella. "It's not him that I like," Waverly replied, her voice heavy. "If it's not him, then who? Who?!" Lenold was ruffled. "Once I become his wife, you'll know who he is," Waverly replied. "Woof." She was startled to hear the dog bark. Hanging up the phone, she turned back. Only to see Bellamy put down a basket with two black and white puppies

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

"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