Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

Bella hung up the phone, deliberately ignoring the bursting feeling in her chest. With a little despair, she looked around the room, looking at the blurred lines on the oil paintings, classical furniture, oriental lamps with vase bases, and... Ferry stood beside the chaise longue and watched her. She suddenly remembered her identity, to be like her mother, she should be a lady, at least she should pretend that she has some self-control.So she coughed lightly: "Thank you for being here when I call home." "certainly." "My mother...was relieved to hear my voice."

"I can imagine." Well, at least her mother appeared relieved.The influence she brings is as usual, comfortable and calm... That woman is like a quiet pond, no matter how the earth changes, it will never be disturbed. This is all because of her devout dedication to the Chronicle Saintess.For me, everything happens for a reason... So, nothing is particularly important. "My mother...was relieved. She..." Bella paused. Had she already said that? "Mum...she's really...she's really relieved." Still, it's better than saying nothing. For God's sake, this woman had just buried her daughter, and now her daughter was suddenly found alive.You're always expecting some emotional response.Instead, Mam reacted as if the two had just talked yesterday, as if the past six weeks had never happened.

Bella glanced back at the phone and couldn't help covering her stomach with her arms. She collapsed without warning, crying loudly.The sound of sobbing came from the body, and it was shockingly loud. The mattress beside her sank, and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her.She pushed that hug away, thinking that fraternity fighters hated dealing with such difficult weaknesses. "forgive me……" "It's okay, Bella, lean on me." Oh, hell...she nearly collapsed in Ferry's arms, wrapping her arms around his strong waist.The long, beautiful hair tickled her nose, smelled delicious, and felt good as the ends brushed her cheek.Her breathing became heavy as she sank into the pile of hair.

After finally calming down, she only felt lighter, but this was not a good thing.Anger was pouring out, reducing her figure, reducing her weight.Her skin was more like a sieve now, sifting the ego out, into air... into nothingness. She didn't want to just disappear. She took another deep breath and broke free from Ferry's arms.She blinked a few times and focused her eyes, but the ointment on the eyelids blurred her eyes and hindered her vision.God, what did that second person do to her?She has a bad feeling... She finally opened her eyes and asked, "What did he do to me?"

Ferry didn't answer, just shook his head vigorously. "Isn't it ugly?" "Things are over, you are safe, and that is the most important thing." For me, it's not over yet, she thought. But then, Ferry laughed, with unbelievable tenderness in her yellow eyes, and a scent that appeared at the same time calmed her down: "Would it be better if I let you go home? If you want If so, we can find a way to send you back, even if it will be early morning soon, it doesn't matter." The image of her mother appeared in Bella's mind.She couldn't imagine being in the same house as that woman, at least not yet.And more importantly, Rui Fanji was also there.If my brother saw her being hurt in any way, he would definitely go crazy.The last thing she wants to see is that he has since embarked on the road of fighting against the second person.She wants to stop the violence.She knew David deserved to die, but she didn't want anyone she loved to risk their lives just to send that bastard on his way.

"No. I don't want to go home, I don't want to go back until I'm fully recovered. I'm very tired..." She looked at the pillow, her voice wafting. After a while, Ferry stood up: "I'm in the next room, if you need my help." "Do you want to return your clothes?" "Oh, yes... let me see if there are any nightgowns here." He disappeared behind the closet and came out with a black silk knit nightgown draped over his forearms, "Fritz is in men's sizes Clothes for the guest room, so this one might be a bit on the big side."

She took the dressing gown, and Ferry turned away.She shrugged her shoulders, took off his heavy leather jacket, felt the chill in the air, and quickly wrapped herself in her pajamas. "Okay," she said, grateful for Ferry's caution. As soon as he turned around, Bella handed the leather jacket into his hands. "Did I always owe you a 'thank you'?" she muttered under her breath. Ferry stared at her for a long time, then slowly lifted the clothes to his face and took a deep breath. "You..." His voice dragged out.Then he put down his clothes, with a strange look on his face.

In fact, it was not a real expression, more like a masked expression.What is he hiding. "Ferry?" "I'm glad you're here with us. Try to get some sleep and eat what I bring, if you can." The door closed behind him without a sound. On the awkward drive back to Tormont's house, John spends his time staring out the window.Tormont answered the mobile phone twice, both in the ancient language, except that Sadist's name came up frequently. Their car pulled up the sidewalk, and a car they had never seen before pulled up beside them.It was a red Volkswagen Jetta.Tormont didn't look surprised though, passing the car casually and driving straight into the garage.

After turning off the Land Rover's engine, Tormont opened the car door: "By the way, classes start the day after tomorrow." John was unfastening his seat belt, raised his head, and gestured: "So fast?" "The last student will come to report this evening. We can start the class." The two walked out of the garage in silence.Tormont walked in front, his tall shoulders swaying from side to side with his big strides, but he kept his head down, as if looking for cracks in the concrete floor. John stopped and whistled. Tormont also slowed down, then stopped. "What's wrong?" he asked calmly.

John took out his notebook, scribbled something, and handed it over. Tormont read, and his eyebrows were pressed down: "There is nothing to apologize for. It's as long as you feel comfortable." John reached out and pressed Tormont's bicep.Tormont shook his head and said, "It's okay. Come on, I don't want you to catch a cold standing here." John didn't move.Tormont turned around: "Ah, hell... I... I'll wait for you there, that's all." John's pen glides across the paper: "I never doubted for a moment." "Very well, you shouldn't think that way either. To put it bluntly, I think I'm like yours..." Tormont paused and rubbed his forehead with his thumb, "Look, I don't want to force you, let's go in. "

Before John had time to beg him to finish speaking, Tormont opened the door and walked in, and Wells' voice came out.There is another woman.Frowning, John sneaked around the corner of the kitchen.When he saw the blonde from behind, his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all. Wow. She has eyes as clear as new green leaves, her hair is cut just to the chin, and the waistline of the skinny jeans is very low... God, he can even see the skin two centimeters above the buttons, and the black high Collar... Well, these are the most perfect descriptions he can describe. Wells grinned: "You came at the right time. John, this is my cousin Sarah. Sarah, this is John." "Hi, John." The girl greeted her with a smile. Fangs, oh yes, look at those fangs... A feeling like a warm breeze brushed over his skin, making him tingle from head to toe.He stopped wondering, opened his mouth to reply, and then thought, aha, is there anything else that can escape from his useless vocal cords? He blushed instantly, and could only raise his hand and wave. "Sharel is helping me prepare for the Winter Solstice." Wells said, "She will stay here to eat something before dawn. Do you two want to clear the table?" Sharel smiled at him again, and John only felt the numbness in his body become more intense, and he felt light. "John, do you want to help prepare the table?" Wells asked again. He nodded, wondering where he had left the knife and fork. Mr. O's headlights flickered in front of Mr. X's cabin, and the inconspicuous minivan of the chief secondary man stopped at the door. Mr. O parked the truck directly behind, blocking the access. He stepped out of the car, the cold air rushing into his lungs.Thinking of what he was about to do, his emotions were like fluffy feathers fluttering on his chest. Once the position was set, it would not be misplaced.The body is stirring, and the strength is accumulating, like a gun ready to be fired at any time. He spent a lot of time flipping through the scrolls, and finally found what he wanted.He knew exactly what was going to happen. He didn't knock on the door, but pushed open the door of the wooden house. Mr. X looked up from the kitchen table, his face was only indifferent.He didn't frown, sneer, hostile, or surprised. Both are on the same line. The chief secondary stood up without saying a word, with one hand behind his back. Mr. O knew what was hidden behind that, he grinned grinningly and drew out his knife. "Then, Mr. O..." "I'm ready for a promotion." "What did you say?" Mr. O turned the handle of the knife so that the point was aimed at his chest.He clasped his hands together and thrust hard into his chest. The last scene he saw was a huge white hellfire bursting out of his body, and the astonishment on Mr. X's face.After knowing where Mr. O was going and what he would have done in the past, the surprise quickly turned to fear.

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