âAnyway, I have to catch Winston before the police do.â
Men, especially those in love, tend to be very competitive.
Both Justin and Bella hung up their phones almost simultaneously
and turned around to face each other.
âLetâs go to Linnyâs funeral tomorrow morning,â Bella said, her eyes
slightly red.
âYeah, letâs go together,â Justin replied.
After a moment of contemplation, Justin embraced Bellaâs waist as if
preparing to embark on a long journey, pulling her gently into his arms.
âBella, there is an important project discussion tomorrow. As the
president, I need to be present. I might have to leave for a business
trip for a few days.â
âHow many days?â Bella asked as she took a deep breath.
âMaybe five days, possibly ten?â Justin felt uneasy, even though he
knew it was a white lie. Deceiving the person he loved the most
weighed heavily on his conscience.
Bella blinked and asked, âWhere are you going?â
âInalia,â Justin lied, feeling guilty as he met her gaze.
âAlright then, take care while youâre away,â Bella replied calmly.
All of a sudden, Justin embraced her tightly and said, âBella, please
wait for me to come back.â
Without saying a word, Bella slowly wrapped her slender arms around
him. Her actions expressed more than words ever could.
*
The dense night fog surrounded everything, with the moon hanging in the sky. Despite it being early
spring, persistent overcast skies and drizzle had kept the temperature low.
âTomorrow morning, the maid from the Salvador family will be laid to
rest.â
In the lavishly decorated room of Pivotage, Christopher sat on the sofa with his legs crossed as he
faced away from his secretary,
swirling wine in his glass.
âOh.â
âMs. Thompson will definitely attend. After all, that girl sacrificed
herself to save her. If Ms. Thompson goes, how could Justin not
attend?â
Taylor hesitantly approached him and asked, âWill you be attending?â
âSheâs only a mere maid. Even if she saved Bellaâs life, thereâs no need
for such a commotion, right?â
Christopher smoothly sipped his wine as he gazed through his icy and mocking eyes. âHad she not
shielded Bella, she would have
remained a lowly maid forever.â
He continued, âBut now, things are different. Because of her wise decision, she has become Bellaâs
savior. Bella will always remember
her kindness, and her family will be well-treated because of her sacrifice. No matter how you look at it,
itâs something worth sacrificing everything for.â
Taylor listened quietly, sweat forming on his back.
Christopher had the talent for making irrational and unreasonable statements appear completely logical
and justified. Despite his
cruelty, he always maintained a serene smile that put people at ease
around him, like soaking up the spring breeze.
However, this was only the case under specific circumstances. If
provoked or if someone touched his belongings or coveted them, he
could instantly turn into someone cruel and unforgiving.
Christopher finished his drink, his gaze deep as sadness devoured
him.
His decision not to go was not because he didnât want to. It had been
a while since he last saw Bella, and the longing for her made it hard
for him to sleep or eat properly. He felt restless in his soul.
However, showing up unannounced tomorrow would only deepen h
resentment toward him. He had already fallen behind Justin by a ste
and couldnât afford any more setbacks.
Just then, the door creaked open slowly as Yvonne entered with a furrowed brow, holding an envelope
in her hand.
âMr. Iverson, the person you sent has returned with something.â