Queen Revenge

Walker Richter almost gave me a heart attack with that move.

“Walker Richter?”

I tried to cry out, he still held me close, completely using me as a warmer, his even breathing in my ears, was he awake or not?

I didn’t dare move or say anything, I just let him hold me, the room was so quiet I could hear my own thumping heartbeat.

After about a few minutes had passed, Walker Richter suddenly moved, and I thought I had a chance to escape, but I didn’t realize that he suddenly put his foot on my leg and completely deadlocked me.

I suddenly regretted coming to see Walker Richter.

I wasn’t sure if he was awake or if he had just heard me that way.

I don’t think he’d be so calm if he heard me and knew I wasn’t Bella Hill.

But he didn’t hear it, so how do you explain his actions just now?

It was like two people fighting in my head, I thought about it and thought about it and finally sleep came over me and I just fell asleep in Walker Richter’s arms, it was strange how this feeling was somewhat similar to the previous one, it was as if I was hugging a heater and slept extraordinarily well.

The next day.

Walker Richter wasn’t around when I got up, and I breathed a long sigh of relief, thank goodness he wasn’t, how embarrassing it would have been.

I was just thinking that when a creepy voice emerged from behind me out of the cold.

“Awake.”

I snapped my head around and looked at Walker Richter dressed in casual attire with a toothbrush in his mouth and I was aghast; “What are you doing here.”

“This is the guest room.” Walker Richter gazed at me good-naturedly and jumped to the conclusion, “Bella Hill, you say you don’t want it but you climb into my bed in the middle of the night, women really do talk the talk.”

“I …” I have a mouthful of old blood choked in my throat, but I can not refute, who let me sneak in by myself in the middle of the night, can only be a hundred mouths to say nothing, the head turned, thought of a reason: “I got up in the middle of the night last night to go to the toilet, went to the wrong room I went to the toilet last night and went to the wrong room.”

Walker Richter doesn’t give a damn and breaks me down, “There’s a bathroom in the bedroom and there’s a floor separating the bedroom from the guest room, so it’s not easy to make a wrong turn like that.”

I heard the teasing in his tone and held my face red as I lifted the covers off the floor, “I sleepwalked.”

Walker Richter just smiled, a smile that was surprisingly broken with a heavy dose of doting.

It’s a hell of a thing.

Walker Richter still called me Bella Hill just now, which means I’m relieved that he didn’t hear what was said last night.

Back in my bedroom, I quickly washed my face and changed my clothes.

Today the Richter family are all here, New Year’s Eve, the old lady likes children and grandchildren around the knees, even in the busy, Walker Richter they will be in the Spring Festival put down work, a good reunion.

Walker Richter and Ben Richter were playing chess in the living room, Nancy Richter was chatting with Tina Deross, and sweetheart had a new outfit and was cute and cuddly like a doll out of a yearbook.

Fin Wilson was in the kitchen with Joyce Parvis cooking up lunch and also preparing for the evening’s reunion dinner.

Seeing that it was still early, I said hello to Mr. Richter’s mother and went to visit Fiona Croix in the hospital.

I went unlucky enough to run into Jack Astor in the hospital room.

In fact, I have seen Jack Astor wandering outside Fiona Croix’s hospital room on several occasions. I didn’t tell Fiona Croix, if Jack Astor really still has Fiona Croix in his heart, as a man, he should step out of this step and go to chase Fiona Croix back, if it’s just a sympathy, then I can’t tell Fiona Croix even more. Fiona Croix, let her once again disappointed.

I didn’t bother to eavesdrop on what the two were saying, and deliberately waited outside the hospital room for a while until Jack Astor had left before I went in.

Fiona Croix’s eyes are red, she’s cried.

Even the strongest person, in the face of a former lover, touching that scar at the bottom of the heart, will not really be indifferent, unless there is no love.

Seeing me coming, Fiona Croix hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and pulled out a pale smile, [Alva, what are you doing here].This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Today, Spring Festival, she thought I couldn’t spare the time and wouldn’t come.

“Couldn’t bear the thought of you spending the holidays in the hospital, came to keep you company.” I put the flowers I’d bought in a vase, and after a pause, I couldn’t resist saying, “I saw Jack Astor earlier.”

[En.] Fiona Croix glanced at me and lowered her head again, a touch of bitterness rising from the corners of her mouth: [Alva, he … is getting married.]

I was surprised.

How long has it been since the divorce and Jack Astor is already looking for a replacement?

And what was his reason for visiting the hospital all this time?

Fiona Croix clenched her hand, she was suppressing the sadness in her heart: [The other party’s family lineage is good, it is a good match with THE Astor family, I heard that she is also very pretty, she came back from studying in the UK, and she knows eight languages].

I don’t know how Fiona Croix feels when she talks about the virtues of her opponent, it must hurt like plucking out a heart.

Eight languages.

This is something Fiona Croix can’t compete with.

Her mother-in-law never understood the sign language she used, and every time she tried to express something, her mother-in-law simply told her to stop gesturing, with impatience in her tone.

Now that they have a daughter-in-law who speaks eight languages, the Astor family must be so happy that they’ve forgotten that Fiona Croix almost died on the operating table in childbirth.

I took Fiona Croix’s hand and smiled lightly, “In my eyes, you’re the best.”

Fiona Croix smiled, less sadness in her eyes.

She had a down day and I stayed with her at the hospital until lunchtime when Walker Richter called to rush me out.

I took a cab, and halfway there, I ran into Ulysses Will, who was in a hurry with his drawing board on his back, and didn’t even look at the traffic lights, just ran them, and when a battery-operated car came by, he couldn’t avoid it, and crashed down, and never got up.

Ulysses Will runs a red light, he’s fully responsible, and the battery guy curses and walks away without even getting out of his car to check it out.

I was in a hurry and got out of the cab immediately.

“Ulysses Will,” I said, walking quickly over to him.

Seeing me, Ulysses Will quickly lowers his head and tries to walk away, dragging his battered leg.

I cut him off, “Am I so disagreeable to you that you hide when you see me?”

“No.” He still kept his head down, the spirited one from back then no longer there, only humility.

Seeing the blood seeping from his knee, an unnamed fire rose in me, “Go to the hospital.”

Ignoring Ulysses Will’s resistance, I dragged him straight to the hospital so the doctor could film him and examine him.

By the time the series of tests were done, I had two missed calls on my cell phone, one from Walker Richter and one from Mr. Richter’s mother.

I didn’t have the courage to call back and just sent a message to Walker Richter: “Suddenly ran into something, will be back later.”

The texts went stone cold, Walker Richter didn’t reply, and I didn’t care anymore.

I look up and see Ulysses Will staring at me all the time, wanting to say, “You go back, I’m not doing anything.”

Looking at Ulysses Will’s eyes, sweetheart’s beautiful eyes suddenly came to mind.

I asked him, “Ulysses Will, do you want to find Bella Hill? Want to be with her?”

Ulysses Will froze, shaking his head.

I know he’s afraid to involve Bella Hill. He really loves her.

I sneered, “Ulysses Will, you’re such a coward, I don’t like Bella Hill, I even hate her, but one thing I have to admit is that she really does love you, and she’d even do it for … you.”