Chapter 913 Please Come With Us
Bellamy reminded Waverly, "Drop me a message when you land in M Country. Also, your aunt will definitely not let you go. Remember to record your exchange. She'll soon marry Beckham, but if you have the video in possession, she will think twice before messing with you. That way, you'll be able to protect yourself."
Sensing his concerns, Waverly's eyes turned slightly red. "Bell, if, say..."
Her mind was spinning. She wanted to know if she had shown up first before Stella came into the picture, would he like her instead?
On second thought, if she had appeared before Stella, she would still be at a tender age of 14 to 15, give or take. There would be no reason for Bellamy to like her. He would most likely only regard her as a little girl.
Just like right now, all of his attention was poured on Stella. Even though he treated Waverly as well as he would a younger sister, but that was just it, a younger sister.
There was no point in asking any hypothetical question to deceive herself. After all, they were about to be separated, trapped within the boundary of a star-crossed lover.
"If, say...?" Bellamy asked.
Waverly smiled again. "If, say, you get married again, will you invite me to the wedding?"
Eyes dimming, Bellamy said firmly, "No."
Because he would never get married again.
Waverly felt as if her heart had been stung by a hornet.
Was it because his heart still belonged to Stella that he would stave off any prospect of marriage? Or because he didn't want to have any contact with her in the future?
"I will. When I get married, I'll invite you. Will you come?" Waverly asked.
Suddenly, Bellamy pulled his car over. The car behind him almost crashed into them before whizzing past.
Trying to contain the medley of emotions in his eyes, Bellamy locked his gaze with her. "Do you want me to come?"
"Since I've invited you, surely I want you to come," Waverly said gently.
"In that case, I'll be there," Bellamy said quietly.
Waverly jutted out her little finger and said, "Let's make a pinkie promise."
"Why are you still acting like a child?" Bellamy looked at her, adoration gleaming in his eyes.
"I'm younger than you by over a decade. In front of you, I am no doubt a child. Pinkie promise?" Waverly urged.
Bellamy hooked Waverly's little finger.
"Now that you've promised me from the bottom of your heart, this shall be in effect for a hundred years to come, if not..." Before Waverly could continue, Bellamy suddenly grasped her hand tightly.
Bewildered, Waverly stared at him. His gaze was as peaceful as the serenity of an undisturbed forest. He gritted his teeth, pulled out her hand and said, "Sit tight."
Waverly guessed he would speed up, thus she held on to the door handle tightly.
Bellamy didn't drive faster. On the contrary, he was slower than before.
She put her hand down.
"Actually, I'm still curious. Who exactly do you like? Are you not going to tell me even at the very end?" Bellamy asked.
"At first glance, he seems like a ruthless person, but underneath it, you will find his affectionate trait. As for his personality, most people think that he's just lively and cheerful, but in fact, that's his extroversion speaking. He's sophisticated and he looks out for others. He's a person with high moral values. In my heart, he's a hero," Waverly gave him an ambiguous explanation.
"Did you two meet each other before we got married?" Bellamy asked out of curiosity.
"Well, we did meet before the marriage," Waverly replied.
"Why did you agree to marry me then?" Bellamy's curiosity was hooked.
"I don't know," Waverly said. "Perhaps it was a decision made in the heat of the moment."
"Have you two met again?" Bellamy asked.
Waverly looked at him. "You'll be able to guess who he is if I say more. Let's leave it at that, okay? Bell. I just want to rest for a while. Let me know when we arrive at the airport."
She closed her eyes. She wasn't sleepy, nor was she trying to rest. She was just afraid that Bellamy would continue asking questions. She was worried that he would eventually see through her...
Bellamy cast a glance at Waverly before he continued driving.
As time went by, Bellamy slowed down the speed of his car.
However, no matter how slow he went, they eventually reached the destination.
He stopped. Waverly's eyes flew open. Her chest felt constricted, her eyes rimmed with redness. She didn't want Bellamy to see her crying. "Bell, just drop me off here. I'll go in."
"I'll send you in," Bellamy said.
"It's fine, actually. We've already reached the end. This is a time to bid goodbye to each other. I hope you will be the President for a long time and I look forward to seeing you on international news. Then, I'll brag about it to my classmates from elementary school: that man used to be my husband. I bet they'll become a pit of jealousies," Waverly joked.
"I'll send you until you're inside," Bellamy repeated with unwavering resolution. He got out of the car, opened the trunk, and scooped her suitcase from within.
He walked into the airport with her suitcase and asked, "Which gate is it?"
"I don't need to go to the gate right away. I'll check in my luggage first, get my boarding pass and then go to the departure hall," Waverly explained.
"OK." Bellamy understood and followed her to the check-in area. Waverly dropped off her luggage and looked at him. "You should head back. You're already late for work today. Those people are waiting to see you fall, all the more reason we shouldn't."
Bellamy stretched his hands out to hug Waverly tightly. He said, "Take care."
"Mm. You take care too," Waverly said softly. She didn't reach out to hug Bellamy back. She was afraid that she would collapse in front of him because she couldn't control her emotions.
Bellamy suddenly let go of Waverly. Waverly spun around and headed straight to the departure hall, not looking back at him again.
She wore her sunglasses and pulled up her scarf to just below her eyes. Tears were already flowing down her face.
Bellamy was a person with great qualities. She thought that he was good-looking and still young. Even if she had made a move for the past five years, he didn't touch her at all.
He respected her, protected her, and fulfilled his earlier promises with his actions.
Goodbye, Bell.
The next time they meet, Waverly would no longer be Waverly Martell. She would be known as Waverly Mccarthy, a person after her metamorphosis.
Waverly entered the departure hall and sat on the chair, still in a trance. When the plane was ready to board, she wasn't aware until she heard the announcer calling her name. She then snapped back to her senses and picked up her suitcase and boarding pass.
The airport staff who checked Waverly's ID sized her up oddly. "Mrs. President?"
Waverly smiled slightly. "Not anymore."
She walked towards the plane.
She could hear whispers behind her. "Mrs. President is really gorgeous. She's prettier than she was in the live broadcast."
"Our President is also handsome. They should have been a match made in heaven."
"Didn't you watch the live broadcast? She seemed to have been set up by someone else. However, she looked so beautiful when she cried and said that she was framed."
"I've seen it. She even claimed that she didn't deserve to be the President's wife. I cried alongside her. Oh God, I hope she could get back together with Mr. President."
Waverly found a chair to sit, oblivious to the airport staff's conversations. She looked out of the window.
God knows how many more months it would take for her to come back. Perhaps, in her lifetime, this would be the last time she was here.
Life would always go on, it wouldn't stop for anyone.
As soon as Waverly alighted from the plane and left the airport, four people in black suits and sunglasses blocked her way. "Miss Martell, please come with us."
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