Beck, however, could not sleep. He sighed, "The more I talk to Bella, the more she ignores me. What shall I do?"
"Beck, I don't mean to interfere. Bella is intractable and she likes to go against us. Does she still hate me? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have forced you to divorce." Rosia pretended to blame herself.
"There's no point talking about this now. Rosia, you didn't force me to divorce, 'cause I couldn't continue my marriage with Susan. You've done well. You've always been very tolerant and you endure Bella's irreverence." Looking at the charming woman in his arms, Beck was pleased. Every man dreamt of holding a beautiful young wife in his arms when he was old. At the age of forty—two, he met Rosia, who was then twenty five. He felt that his spring had come again.
Rosia nestled against him, saying sweetly, "Beck, it's a blessing that I met you. I will definitely treat you better from now on and I will love you for the rest of my life."
When Beck heard her confession, he was flattered. Thinking of his ex—wife, he couldn't help comparing these two women. Susan was a nightmare, as she used to accuse him with grievance all the time. It was impossible to sleep with her in the same bed.
"Go to Sleep, I know." Beck said affectionately.
Rosia lowered her head and smirked. As long as Beck loved her, Bella and Susan would have no chance to take any money from the family.
Bella felt down in the dumps recently, losing interest in everything. Her job hunting was put to a halt as well. She kept staring at her phone, afaid that her mother would call, and afraid that she would know about the wedding.
Why did Rosia corner them to a hopeless situation?
Bella took a crowded bus home. She was absent—minded and for the first time she missed her stop. She had missed three stops.
Bella got out of the bus with a blank expression. The driver was concerned, "Miss, are you okay?"
Bella nodded and turned to leave. She was not okay. She wanted to find a place to cry, but … there were people coming and going in the street, so she couldn't cry loudly.
She could only walked home with two stiff legs.
She kept thinking about one thing. They were getting married. What about Mother? What should she do?
She knew very well that her mother still loved her father even they were divorced. She divorced unwillingly.
Bella walked a few kilometers on foot back to her neighbourhood. It was pitch dark when she swiped her card to enter the building .
"Bella." Suddenly, a deep voice stopped her.
Bella turned around and saw Ben was behind her, holding a shopping bag. It looked like he just came back from the supermarket.
"Hello, Mr. William." Bella greeted him weakly.
Ben walked over and looked at her pale face. Her eyes were blank and she was drenched with cold sweat.
"Anything wrong?" Ben sensed there was something wrong with her, as she looked as if she had suffered a shock.
"I'm fine. I'm going home." Bella could not confide her sorrow to a stranger. It was not appropriate.
Ben followed her with steady steps. Bella staggered to the elevator, feeling tired and hungry. She didn't eat lunch, and she had walked so far. When she waited for the elevator, she felt dizzy and weak. When she tried to clutch something to support herself, a pair of big hands held her waist.
"Be careful."
When Ben saw that she was going to faint, he pulled her into his arms with a frown.
Bella's pale face blushed and she instinctively pushed him.
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