Chapter 899 I Want A Hug
"Could we drink some wine first? That would help to keep our bodies warm," Waverly said.
"Oh, and since when did you become a drunkard? A French guest gave us a bottle of corridor wine back then. It was from 1986 and it's 40% alcohol. One moment, I'll bring it out now." Bellamy stood up.
Waverly watched him leave. To think that she was able to enjoy a moment like this with him. She felt nothing but gratification.
Bellamy's barbecue rack was made of iron, and it appeared to be quite impressive. The firewood below was burning, while the layer above it was made of special charcoal. The layer above would be where they place their barbecue.
Placing some chicken wings and kebabs there, she sprinkled some oil, cumin, salt, and a small amount of chili powder. She turned it around and repeated the action.
Gradually, her body warmed up. She realized that not only did Bellamy bring her the wine, he even brought a mug along.
"What's this for?" Waverly asked curiously.
"Weren't you complaining about the cold beer just now? Let's warm it up a little before drinking it," Bellamy said as he placed the mug on the barbecue rack.
"Are you sure that we can still drink it after that?"
"Of course," Bellamy said firmly and poured the beer into the mug.
He also uncorked the wine for Waverly.
Waverly took a sip of it and said, "Hmm, it's fine. It's not too bad, and it has a fragrant taste to it."
Bellamy took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. "I haven't been this relaxed for a long time."
"It's great that we're relaxing right now. I propose a toast for you. Everything will surely go well in the future." Waverly raised her glass.
Bellamy also raised his glass. "I toast for you as well. Everything will go smoothly in the future. And, I hope you won't go back to M Country."
Waverly snorted. She picked up her glass and gulped her wine.
The next time they meet, she would no longer be the same Waverly. "Bellamy, should we play a drinking game?"
"Aren't we going to play truth or dare?" Bellamy asked with a smile.
"I know all of your truths, and my dares are those you wouldn't have the guts to. A drinking game would be better."
"Alright then. What are we playing?"
"Okay, do you know how to rap?"
"Where did you learn how to rap? This is such a difficult drinking game. Mine's better. We'll play a riddle. The loser will have to be punished, otherwise, they have to drink." Bellamy thought of another one.
"I'm not playing this. You are smarter. I could never win you with that, we'll play my game." Waverly protested.
"Alright then." Bellamy smiled happily. "We'll do as you say."
"Wait a minute, I think the barbecue is ready. Let's eat the mutton skewers first." Waverly handed a few skewers to him.
Bellamy took the lamb skewers she had roasted, and a warm feeling flowed through his heart. It disappeared in his eyes before Waverly could notice it.
He took a bite. Since the mutton had been marinated in advance, it tasted good. "Nice."
"If it's nice, help yourself to more. If you're cold, eat some mutton, it'll warm you up."
"Your husband will definitely be a happy man in the future," Bellamy said inaudibly.
"Let's not talk about this. After all, we'll go our separate ways. Come on, bottoms up!" Waverly raised her glass once more.
"This isn't beer. Don't finish it in one gulp," Bellamy reminded her.
"This is such a rare occasion, drinking with you. When we go on our trip, we won't be able to drink, right?" Waverly said in a pettish manner.
She was at the age where she could act coquettishly with him. After all, she was a lot younger than him. But after they got together, she deliberately restrained herself and pretended to be mature. She was afraid of revealing anything that might give people leverage to be used against her.
However, at the end of the day, someone had still found some of her secrets.
Bellamy was not in the mood as well. He picked up his glass, clinked glasses with Waverly, and drank it in one gulp.
It was a snowy day, and there was a heating stove, fine wine, and barbecue. With an impending separation, they suddenly found themselves a chatterbox.
They talked about how they first met, they talked about Bellamy's strategies and even M Country's people. Finally, they talked about Joseph and Thomson.
Drunk, Waverly's cheeks were flushed red, and she lay on the table with the glass still in her hand. "I'll let you in on a secret, one that nobody knows about."
"What is it?" Bellamy had also drunk a lot. This was the one and only time that he had drunk so much.
"Five years ago, Joseph proposed to me. It was the day before you proposed to me. But hey, I chose you," Waverly said with a silly smile.
Bellamy was stunned, his eyes darkened. "So, the lover you were talking about is not Lenold, but Joseph? Is he the man you miss?"
"If it was really him, why would I marry you?" Intoxicated, Waverly said. Her head was heavy, and she lay on the table.
"Don't sleep here. You're going to catch a cold," Bellamy said softly.
Waverly did not reply to him.
Bellamy went over and picked her up, walking towards the villa.
There were at least 500 meters between the lake and the villa. Bellamy carried her and walked all the way. When they were almost at the door, Waverly opened her eyes slightly, but she did not look at him. She murmured, "I've heard people say that my personality is similar to Stella's. Do you think so?"
"She's her, and you're you. She may be mature, but she is colder. Sometimes you're like a child, and you're not cold either. She runs away from problems and lives in her own little world, but you face things bravely and live in other people's worlds," Bellamy deduced.
Waverly smiled. "I'm always wrong. I'm not rational, I'm not even smart enough. I once thought that I have an advantage over her, and that is the ability to express my thoughts. Now I know that I'm just talking nonsense. She is logical. What I say is akin to throwing a stone into the water. It sinks to the bottom before it could withstand the winds and the waves. But her words could whip up a storm. She may only be the wife of the regional governor, and I may be the wife of the President, but I am not as good as her."
"You are still young. She's ten years older than you. In ten years, you will be much more outstanding than her. I believe this." Bellamy comforted her.
Waverly tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder. "There is one more thing. I am more insidious than her. I'm awake, but I don't want to walk, so I pretended to be asleep so that you could hold me. You can let me down now. I can walk by myself. You've carried me for a long way already."
"You are talking nonsense again. If you consider yourself sinister, then I know of no one who is not. At most, you have the personality of a little girl. I will put you down first, I need to take the keys," Bellamy said as he put her down.
Waverly was wobbling. She leaned against the wall and watched as Bellamy open the door.
She wanted to prove that she could walk.
But the truth was that her body would not heed her command just because she wanted it.
After taking two steps, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.
Waverly laughed at her own incompetence, so she simply sat on the ground and giggled. "I'm telling you, I fell on the ground on purpose, I want you to hug me."
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