Chapter 904 You Can Be The Queen
"She might be able to live till the last few episodes, but she won't live to the end," Bellamy said decisively.
"Why?" It snagged Waverly's curiosity. In her heart, Stella should be the last one standing.
"She is very smart, rational, and she can read people's minds quite well. However, sometimes she is too arbitrary and prone to break down. She seems to be invincible, but she has her Achilles' heel. As long as her weakness is captured, she will be vulnerable at the slightest of threat."
"Are you saying that I'm without an Achilles' heel? Is that why I can make it to the end?" Waverly asked jokingly.
"You're not as capable as her in seeing through people's minds and predict the future. However, you can control your emotions better than she does. Plus, you are still young, and you have greater potential. In the future, you will definitely be more outstanding than her. But, my only wish is that you can be safe and happy. You don't have to be outstanding," Bellamy said in a low voice.
No matter what, she still felt pretty great when she heard this.
At the very least, in Bellamy's eyes, she was not weaker by a huge margin when compared to Stella.
Waverly was watching TV in his arms. She eventually closed her eyes, falling asleep.
Bellamy soon realized that she was asleep. He gently got up, rested her head on the pillow, covered her with the quilt, turned off the TV, and then went upstairs to sleep.
Waverly woke up early and looked at her side. Bellamy was not around. There was only one pillow, and there was no trace of his sleeping too. Disappointment took over her.
She should not have fallen asleep so quickly, she should have held on longer.
She got up and went to brush her teeth, taking a shower while she was at it. It was only 6 a.m.
She had already packed up their luggage the day before. She wanted to make some fried fritters for Bellamy. In her memory, Marie once bought him fried fritters, and he chomped two of them at once. But because of the long-distance, it was already a little cold when it was brought back. Such a pity.
She remembered that there should be high gluten flour at home.
She made the fritters and made some potato soup. When she was still kneading the dough for the fritters, Bellamy came down from upstairs.
"You're up early," Bellamy said.
Waverly looked back at him. "Sorry, the noise must have bothered you."
"Not at all, it's time to get up anyway." Bellamy's eyes were fixed on the dough. "What are you making?"
"Fritters."
"Wait, do you know how to make fritters too?" Bellamy was taken by surprise.
"That's easy to make, but it requires a lot of oil. In order to not waste oil, we rarely make it from scratch and we would always buy pre-made ones. Since we could use the oil for other things, I am not worried about wasting it," Waverly said with a smile.
"Do you need my help?" Bellamy rolled up his sleeves.
"Yes, I do. It will be done in a moment. You have to eat more. Also, I haven't fed the dogs yet. Could you do that please? And, Marie's coming at 8, isn't she?" Waverly wanted to confirm.
"Uh-huh," Bellamy said.
Waverly originally wanted to teach Marie the ways to make the broth so that Bellamy could eat it whenever he wanted to. After a while, she thought that since she would come back before the 8th, and that they would only announce the divorce on the 10th, there was still one day for her to teach her how to cook it. She eased up a little at that thought.
Bellamy put on his coat, went out to feed the dogs before going for a run.
Waverly continued to prepare breakfast.
She knew that Bellamy had a habit of going for a morning run. If she had fried these fritters too soon, they would have become cold by the time he got back to savor them.
She kneaded the dough, wrapped it with plastic, and put a towel on it to prevent it from drying up.
Putting on her running shoes, she went out and find Bellamy.
As expected, Bellamy was in the middle of his run. His footprints were stamped in the snow.
The snowmen they had made together were still intact, standing under the shade of the trees. She ran towards Bellamy.
Bellamy caught glimpse of her and deliberately slowed down his pace. "Slow down, it's slippery here."
"What a unique and flavorful experience, to run in the snow."
"What kind of flavorful experience? Mind sharing?" Bellamy teased.
"It tastes like snow, of course," Waverly said, her mood jovial.
The two of them ran together, huffing and puffing as they ran. After two laps, they were all warmed up.
Bellamy was still running, and she was keeping up alongside him.
A ray of light began to seep through the clouds from the east.
"The weather is great today," Waverly gasped and said.
"Yes, it is, it's a good day. I've also checked the weather in R Country. It's quite mild and suitable for leisurely activities," Bellamy said.
Waverly stopped talking, her strength to run was slowly depleting. She was sure to stammer a whole lot if she were to speak.
She accompanied Bellamy for five more laps. At the final lap, Bellamy knew that she could not run any longer, so he matched her pace as they walked.
They returned to the villa, and Waverly began to fry the fritters. Soon, every one of them was fried. She put it on the plate and brought it to the dining table. She told Bellamy, "It's still quite hot, we'll eat it after a minute."
"It smells great. I really wanted to help. Why don't you teach me how to do it? That way, I could make it on my own in the future, and I'll be able to feed myself."
Waverly was amused. "Alright then, come here. I'll teach you."
In truth, it was as simple as placing dough sticks in an oil-filled pot and flipping it with tongs. This was to ensure that every inch of the dough had been cooked.
"What are you going to use the rest of the oil for?" Bellamy asked with a hint of confusion.
"There are a lot of tenderloin and pork ribs in the refrigerator. I've already prepared them. It will be ready for frying once we prepare the bread. I think there are still shrimp that we can fry too. We'll have enough food on the plane."
"I never noticed that you were so skillful at so many dishes."
"My mother used to tell me that when don't show off what you can do you get married. Don't reveal that you're good at cooking, doing laundry, or cleaning the house. Once you reveal it, they will be doomed as your chores," Waverly said with a smile.
"And that's why you only did it in your final few days. Why does it feel like I've wasted all five years?" Bellamy jokingly said.
Waverly smiled brightly, not refuting.
When a woman loved a man, she would feel the bliss even if she was doing drudgeries such as cooking or doing laundry. She would be willing to do anything, no matter how tired she was.
Waverly had only planned to make five fried fritters, but she accidentally made one too many.
That was the most delicious fritters that he had ever tasted. They were fresh from the oven, lending their fragrance and crispiness. In just a short while, he finished three of them. He even polished off the big bowl of soup she had prepared.
Waverly also ate two fried fritters and a big bowl of soup.
Marie arrived half an hour earlier than she was supposed to.
Given that her home was some distance from here, she had taken the earliest bus.
She reached at 7.20 a.m.
Bellamy's subordinates arrived as well.
He was Bellamy's trusted aide. When he arrived, there was a forbidding look on his face. "President, I have something to report to you. Could please we talk in private?"
Waverly's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding creeping in...
Bellamy looked at Waverly. "I will be in the study."
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