Chapter 1057 Be A Parasite
The lamp posts lit up.
She stood up and looked at her watch, "I wonder if Marie has finished cooking dinner."
"Let's go and check on dinner." Bellamy got to his feet and looked at her, "Are you cold?"
"I'm good. It's getting hot now and it's not dark at this time," she said.
He took her hand, "Your hand is cold. After you go in, have a cup of tea first. You fell into the lake today, so you have to be extra careful to not catch a cold. It'll be uncomfortable if you get sick."
"Got it. You're so long-winded." She walked forward.
He smiled, "I think you're just jealous of my eloquence. Acting like Zephyrus?"
She paused.
In Greek mythology, the God of the West Wind, Zephyrus, was infatuated with Hyacinthus. Hyacinthus was a very beautiful Spartan prince and lover of the god Apollo.
It was a pity that Zephyrus wounded Hyacinthus fatally out of jealousy when Hyacinthus was playing a game of Quoits with Apollo, but even the God of Healing could not save the one he loved. In honor of his lover, Apollo made a flower spring up from Hyacinthus' blood and named the flower Hyacinth.
"I don't want to be Zephyrus. I want to be Pegasus roaming freely in the sky," she said jokingly.
"Okay," Bellamy said in a gentle voice.
When they entered the villa, Marie ran out of the kitchen to see Waverly. She exclaimed in distress, "Madam, you are finally back. You look much thinner than before."
"I lost weight to look nicer," Waverly said with a smile.
"Madam, you are always beautiful. You must be hungry. Dinner will be ready soon. I made your favorite dishes according to your recipes. Mr. President praised that my cooking is getting similar to yours. Have more later."
"Well, of course. I think that after today, I will start to gain weight," Waverly said jokingly.
"Oh, you flatter me. You guys can sit for a while and wait for me for ten minutes. Madam, I have cleaned your room. After you left, Mr. President did not allow us to move the room's decoration and setup. I only cleaned the dust in your room," Marie said.
Waverly's heart leapt and she looked at Bellamy.
"I firmly believed that you would return one day," he said in a gentle voice.
Would she still live downstairs in her room after she returned?
Waverly smiled brightly to hide the sadness in her eyes, "It seems that I can squander unscrupulously from now on. At worst, I will return to the President's Mansion. I will live off you and be a parasite."
"I can afford it," Bellamy said.
"Ha." Waverly chuckled and said, "Then, I'll look around my room first. I'll come out for dinner after 10 minutes' rest."
"Sure, there's no need to rush. We have plenty of time," Bellamy replied.
Waverly lowered her head and walked into her room. Her gaze moved from the bed to the cabinet, to the paintings on the wall, to the turtle made of seashells on the long table and finally to the dresser.
She moved the dresser away. Her handwriting was still there. The sentence she wrote with a red ink pen, "I love you, Bellamy."
At the sight of these words, her eyes welled up with tears. It was as if she had seen her previous miserable self. She had to leave. She had to put down her life that she had cherished. At that time, she knelt on the ground and cried while writing this sentence.
She recalled the time when she had wanted to give her first time to Bellamy. In the end, he rejected her.
When she wrote down these words, she actually hoped that he would be able to see it.
There were some things that she couldn't say. She was waiting for a miracle to fall upon her.
But now...
She did not believe in miracles anymore.
She opened the drawer and picked up the fruit knife that was put in it. She squatted in front of the dressing table and scraped off the words that had been written on it bit by bit.
There was a knock on the door.
Waverly was nervous, so she didn't pay attention. She accidentally slashed her thumb with the knife and blood oozed out from the wound.
She held her thumb, looked at the door and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's time for dinner. Is it appropriate for me to enter the room?" Bellamy asked.
"Just wait for me for another ten minutes," Waverly said.
"Okay," he replied.
She held her thumb and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and washed the blood off.
There was a deep gash on her thumb and her blood was no longer flowing out.
Her brows knitted.
Every time, she couldn't do anything well. It was painful and slow for her to grow up.
She remembered that the first-aid kit was in the cabinet. It should still be there.
She went out and opened the closet. Sure enough, she saw the first aid kit.
She took it out, cleaned the wound, and put on a plaster.
There were a few drops of blood on the floor beside the dressing table.
She took out a paper napkin, dipped it with water, and wiped the blood on the ground. She threw it into the trash can.
She continued to scrape the words that had not yet been finished.
There came the sound of knocking on the door again.
This time, Bellamy did not ask her. He pushed the door open and saw Waverly kneeling on the ground.
She turned around to look at him calmly.
The sentence behind the dressing table had been scraped off completely by her.
She smiled and stood up.
"What are you doing?" He asked in confusion.
"Destroying evidence. Would you believe that?" She replied. She took a paper napkin again, picked up all the rubbish on the ground and threw them into the trash can.
He held her hand and looked at the wound on her thumb, "What's going on here?"
"I hurt myself. It was a careless mistake. I'm fine. It will form a scab tomorrow," she explained with a smile. She withdrew her hands from his and changed the topic, "We should head to dinner now. I am hungry."
Bellamy looked behind the dressing table.
Waverly let him look at it.
After all, he couldn't see anything anymore.
"What did you write in the back?" He asked in confusion.
"It's a secret." She said with a smile, "I'm going out for dinner."
She went straight out.
"Mr. President just made ginger tea for you, Madam. The tea is cold now. Madam, let's have dinner while it's hot. The weather is quite cold now. If the dishes are cold, it won't taste good," Marie stood to the side and said.
"Well, I haven't eaten your meals for a long time. I miss them very much," Waverly said. She tasted it and praised, "It's delicious. It has a cozy feeling to it."
"Since it's cozy, Madam, please don't leave," Marie persuaded.
Waverly smiled, "I don't want to leave either, but I can't stay."
Bellamy stood behind her. When he heard her words, his eyes darkened. He took a seat opposite her.
Marie took her leave quietly.
Waverly ate softly. Bellamy ate very little and his gaze was focused on her.
She noticed his odd behavior, "What's wrong? You're eating little."
"What TV show do you want to watch tonight? I'll watch it with you," he said.
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