Chapter 912 If Our Feelings Are Still Deep, Can We Start Over?
However, it happened a little faster than she had expected.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. President. I'm your divorce lawyer," the lawyer greeted while nodding respectfully.
"If you have any demands, feel free to mention them to the lawyer," Bellamy said.
Waverly was silent, as if she was lost in her own thoughts.
"Waverly?" Bellamy repeated as he took a seat beside Waverly.
Waverly came to her senses.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you rest for a while first? We'll go through this tomorrow," Bellamy said worriedly.
"Please, no, you have work tomorrow. What good would it do to waste your time. Besides, the citizens are waiting for this. We have to put an end to my affairs first," Waverly said softly and looked at the lawyer. "I don't need a penny from this. I didn't bring over anything in the first place, which is also because of my problems."
"I'll give you 50 million dollars. If it's not enough, let me know," Bellamy said calmly.
Waverly shook her head. "I don't need it. After the divorce, there'll be no relationship between the two of us. You don't need to do anything for me. I can support myself."
"Don't be stubborn. Listen to me. You need something to fall back on, some sort of guarantee," Bellamy said out of concern.
Waverly smiled. "The biggest guarantee is myself. That's it. I just want to get out of here. I'm a little tired now. I have to rest early today and move out tomorrow."
Waverly stood up, not wishing to talk to them anymore. She went into her room, took off her clothes, and lay on the bed without taking a bath.
Why didn't she want any of Bellamy's money?
With 50 million dollars, she wouldn't have to worry about her living expenses. A luxurious life would be waiting for her, and she could buy anything she desired.
However, this wasn't what she wanted.
It was easy for women to live a materialistic life, but to live a spiritual life? It would take a lot. Her only hope for Bellamy was that he wouldn't forget her.
She had booked the flight back to M Country at noon on the following day. She shut her eyes. Exhaustion kicking in, she fell asleep soon after, all the way until the next morning.
Strangely, her nightmares didn't bother her this time. On the contrary, she felt serene. She got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, put on some light makeup, and packed her own suitcase. When she went out the door, Bellamy was already downstairs.
She carried her suitcase to him and asked, "Have you gotten the divorce certificate?"
"Not yet." Bellamy put his phone away. "I've already transferred 50 million dollars to your account."
"You've always been so adamant and one-sided. You don't know what someone really wants," Waverly said gently.
"People will make the wrong judgments when they're impulsive, sad, or out of sorts. I know you. If you're really in trouble in the future, you won't come to me and ask for money. Instead, you'll soldier on all by yourself," Bellamy said.
Waverly gave a faint smile. "A person only has 70 short years in their life. Enjoyment is a kind of life experience, but so are hardships. When I die, I'll have no regrets. So, I still want to live my life as how I see fit."
"Go ahead then. I support your choice, but please keep the money. You'll need it at a critical point in time. You may also call me," Bellamy said, gazing deeply at her.
The money had already been transferred to her account. She couldn't say anything else. "Thank you for that."
"I've arranged a plane to fly you to R Country. The seaside villa over there is also for you. You may study illustration too. You've always wanted to do that, yes?" Bellamy asked.
"It's fine, Bell, you've already done so much for me. You won't be in my future, and I don't plan for you to be in it either. If you let me move on alone, I will eventually get used to living without you. As you said, Stella had yet to meet Jasper while she was my age. I still have a long road ahead. I have to find my own way anyway," Waverly said.
Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you still going back to M Country?"
"That's my birthplace. I'll go back to where I come from. Wherever I fall, there's where I'll rise again. You should work hard as well. Your future's more wonderful than mine," Waverly said, beaming.
She glanced at the kitchen and said, "I'll skip breakfast. I booked a flight back to M Country last night. I'm rushing for the plane now. I'll have something at the airport."
"I'll see you off then." Bellamy stood up.
"No, you're the President. Everyone knows you. We're divorced. If you send me off, someone will surely cause trouble at the airport. Take care, Bell," Waverly said while smiling, not giving off an ounce of sadness.
Bellamy looked at her carefully and appeared to be at peace with everything. Trying his best to suppress his emotions, he nodded and watched as she exited the house.
He still stood in the same place, as if there was something that had been lost from his body. His mood was just like the drizzling winter weather.
Waverly dragged her suitcase along and left. The wheels of her suitcase rolled on the ground and made a loud noise.
She remembered that she had left the garden in a hurry the day before, and the hyacinth bulbs she dug out were still scattered on the ground. They would become rotten if she didn't deal with them.
She walked towards the lake and noticed that the bulbs were already planted back into the soil.
Mind-absently, Waverly stared at it. Was it done by Marie or Bellamy?
The suitcase in her hand was snatched away. Waverly looked back and saw that it was Bellamy.
"I'll take you to the airport. As long as I don't get out of the car, no one will notice me," Bellamy said as he carried her luggage away in an overbearing manner.
She could only follow Bellamy and get in his car.
Bellamy put on his sunglasses. Waverly was also afraid that she would be recognized. Not only did she put on sunglasses, but she also wrapped a scarf on to hide her face.
Neither of them spoke along the way.
Waverly took a look at the time. It was 9.10 a.m. and it was about an hour's drive from the President's Mansion to the airport. This was the final hour for them to spend time with each other.
However, she couldn't seem to find something to talk about for the last hour. Normally, she and Bellamy had endless things to talk about, as though they could never run out of words to exchange.
Never for the life of her would she expect that they would end up like this.
"What time's the flight?" Bellamy asked.
"12.45 p.m.," Waverly answered.
"It's still early," Bellamy remarked.
"Not at all. You can't just hop on a plane right away. You have to pick up your boarding pass and check in your luggage first. I'll have to be there two hours in advance," Waverly said.
"Is that so?" Bellamy was puzzled. He had lost count of the years when he hadn't boarded a commercial flight.
He tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingers.
Waverly eyed his good-looking fingers. Bellamy would only do this when he was upset.
She sighed lightly, looking out the window. Gripping tightly at her seat belt, she said, "I..."
"I... " Bellamy spoke at as well.
The two of them spoke at the same time.
"You go first," Bellamy offered.
"The Mr. President in my mind is not a person who hesitates. You go first," Waverly said, her smile intact.
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