Chapter 1102 Beg Me And I'll Help You
Joseph smiled happily and said arrogantly and conceitedly, "Beg me. If you beg me, I'll definitely help you."
Waverly turned her face away and had her back face him. If she had her old personality, she would not heed him any mind.
If he did not want to help her, then she would face her problems by herself.
She wasn't going to beg him!
She was silent for a minute. When she heard Joseph getting up, she looked at him and asked, "You really won't help me?"
He glanced at her with a sinister look, pressed his hand at the back of her head and kissed her deeply.
Once he had enough, he let go of her and smirked. He firmly said, "If I don't help you, who is going to? I can also help you in other ways."
"Huh?" Waverly failed to understand Joseph's words.
Joseph got up, put on his clothes and looked at her meaningfully, "Have breakfast with me first. The weather is good. Let's stay here for another day and I'll take you to see my friend later."
Waverly clutched the quilt and sat up, "Do you want me to put on a wig?"
"You can dress up however you like. You would look ugly anyway."
Waverly was speechless.
She had been quite happy to hear the first part of the sentence, but the following part made her feel uncomfortable again.
Most girls loved to be beautiful and take care of their own appearance. She was no different.
"Your fiancée is beautiful," Waverly said in a strange tone.
"Are you blind? She is uglier than you," Joseph walked to the bathroom.
Waverly was truly dumbfounded.
She reckoned that he thought of everyone in the world as ugly, apart from himself.
She got up and considered that she still had to stay here for the day, so she dialed the front desk and requested, "Please come and clean up the room. I need a change of sheets and quilts."
After she called for customer service, she chose a black slip dress from her suitcase and a short-sleeved suit jacket to match it.
Her cell phone rang.
She placed her clothes on the bed and picked up her phone, seeing that it was a video call from Bellamy.
Since she was reluctant to answer, she instantly rejected the call.
She texted him, "What's the matter? I'm going to take a bath."
"Answer the video call. I have something to tell you," Bellamy demanded.
Waverly sighed, sat down on the bed and sent a video call invitation.
Bellamy quickly picked it up and looked at her short hair and expressionless face, "Where are you now?"
"Mexiland. I found out that there's a black market here when I came here last time. I'm here to buy people who don't fear death."
"Do you have enough money? If you don't have enough, ask me for more," Bellamy's eyes were fixed on her.
"I have money. I was given a Thunder Gun by Joseph. I just found out yesterday that the Thunder Gun can be sold for 3 billion dollars. If I sell the gun, I will have no need to worry about food and clothing for the rest of my life," Waverly said lightly.
"You'd better keep the Thunder Gun in case of an emergency. At least it'll guarantee your safety. Hayley went to M Country today. She said she was going to find you."
Waverly suddenly felt irritated. There was a sharpness in her eyes and her expression became serious, "Why did she return? She'll only hold me back. I have already fired her. I won't see her if she comes. Order her to go back. She'll listen to you."
"She said that you gave her two million dollars, which was her entire life's salary. She wanted to follow you. I gave her an order to come back but she disobeyed me. She left a letter to leave the organization and then went to M Country," Bellamy said.
Waverly was silent and her eyes were cold before she said, "Then, let her go. If she can't find me, she will give up."
Waverly heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and she frowned, "Is there anything else? If not, I'm going to hang up. My boyfriend just came out of the bathroom and it's my turn to take a bath."
Bellamy paused. Looking at her, the emotion in his eyes shifted, "Y-you have a boyfriend?"
Waverly lifted the corners of her mouth with sarcasm, "We are divorced and I am only twenty-six years old. We didn't have a child and we haven't even slept together yet. It's impossible that I won't find a boyfriend. That's it, I'm going to hang up."
"You're still blaming me," Bellamy decided.
"Ha." Waverly laughed and looked at Bellamy, "It's very hard for me to disguise myself as a kind, generous and elegant person. I was originally a selfish person. Also, I don't blame you. You have your choices, your country and your big plans. I'm just a passer-by. Why would I continue to be toyed with by you?"
"I didn't treat you as a passer-by. I like you," Bellamy said.
Waverly was silent, no joy or color in her eyes, as if she had fallen into the old times.
If Bellamy had said that he liked her when they got divorced, her life, her choices and her future might've been completely different.
She would love herself and treasure his love for her. She would've continued to pretend to be the woman he liked.
At the moment, she had fallen deep into a quagmire and could not get back up.
Even if she came out, she would be covered in filth and would never be clean again.
"It's all in the past. The Waverly you like is just my disguise." The corners of Waverly's mouth lifted up. It was an evil, charming, mysterious, yet sad smile. It was also very complicated, as if there were many hidden emotions, "I'm hanging up. Take care of yourself. We don't have to contact each other ever again."
Waverly hung up on the call.
Leaning on the wall, Joseph looked at her with a half-smile, "Is your heart wavering again?"
Waverly got out of bed and walked towards him. She looked at him fearlessly, "If I turn back now, all I will see is pain. If I don't turn back, I can still see hope in my future. You did well just now. It felt really nice. Why should I give up now and go back to him?"
Joseph lifted her chin, but his eyes were cold, "Whatever you say better be the truth. Otherwise, I promise you will suffer more than you can ever imagine."
"Okay, I'm going to take a bath. Give me 10 minutes," Waverly calmly pushed his hand away, took her clothes and went into the bathroom.
She stood under the faucet for a long time.
There was a benefit in soaking in the water. Even if she cried, she couldn't feel her tears.
Her eyes were sore and red, but all that didn't matter.
It was natural for that to occur when water entered her eyes.
A knock on the door sounded.
Waverly looked at the door, "The door is unlocked. You can come in."
Joseph paused, but didn't push the door open, "I thought you drowned again. If you've finished your bath, come out quickly. You are taking too long."
Waverly turned off the faucet and sighed. She wiped her body with a bath towel and changed her clothes expressionlessly.
She opened the door, "You have to wait for me for another ten minutes. I want to put on some makeup."
Joseph squinted his eyes and a chill appeared in his gaze, "Were you crying?"
"Just because my eyes are red doesn't mean I was crying." Waverly raised the corners of her mouth, "Why would I cry? I don't need to cry."
Joseph's brows furrowed as he sized up Waverly.
Waverly came to him and said, "Do you know how to put on makeup? Help me."
"Aren't you worried that I'll turn you into a clown?" Joseph asked.
"I'm already ugly to begin with. If I become a clown, I'll at least look ugly in a special way. I believe in you," Waverly said calmly.
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