What bird

There was a standstill for a while. Miguel and Bella stood before each other looking into each other's eyes — none of them recognized the other.
Bella feels like rushing to him and giving him a big hug before smacking his head like she would do in the past.
Miguel just stared at the woman before him, trying to remember where he'd seen he before but the face was different and it's contradicting his memory.
“Hi, there.” He stared down at her; the tight smile on his mouth did not reach his narrowed eyes that was scrutinizing her.
Bella didn't respond, it's very priceless to see him up.closs after being away from him for five good years. Even when she started seeing him in the past four days, but not this up close.
"Are you perhaps mute?" Miguel questioned again.
The Bella remembered that's she's been standing still like a statue for a while now so she opened her mouth to respond, but the only sound that came out was a whoosh of air from the wind.
The wind lasted for a while, Miguel and Bella had to bow down for a while but by the time Miguel had lunged at her and then neatly flipped her onto her back and pinned her down.
Even in this suddenly embarrassing and demeaning situation, Bella had to admit that she misses this man's touch.
'I never thought there's a situation that I'll ever miss this rude jerk so much' she thought with glee that lit her heart.
The flopping wind made him crashed therefore falling on her in a disgraceful mess.
Bella held her breathe while Miguel was smirking wildly. Lying on top of her like this,
he was almost in perfect alignment for her best and most effective move, a move that would have him singing soprano for days.
Adrenaline pumped wildly through her blood, afraid that if he looked into her more deeply, he might recognize her.
But despite he instinct to slam her knee upward and get away from him, she clenched her teeth together and resisted. She didn’t come here to hurt him, after all and she... She also miss him so much.
"You wanna tell me why you’ve been spying on me all afternoon?” he asked smoothly.
She forced her heartbeat to slow down and struggled to concentrate on his face rather than the press of his hard body against hers.
His expression was calm, but his jaw was set tight, his eyes as sharp and focused as a cat with a mouse under its paw. What a strange time to think of the last when he'd caught her spying on him like this.
But heavens know it's a dreame that can never come true. She'd betrayed him, Miguel Rodriguez would never in his right mind trust a woman again at least not a spy.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” She feigned indignation and made a pitiful attempt to pull away from his grip.
She’d always found it to her advantage to pretend weakness until her opponent was off guard and the time was right. She learnt it from him tho “Get off me.” even though her mind wanted to say, "I miss you Miguel Rodriguez"
To her annoyance, his large hands tightened their hold on her wrists. He leaned closer, his broad chest pressing her down into the cattails. Sweat dripped down his throat and disappeared into the open collar of his shirt. The scent of hot skin and pure masculinity clung to him.
"I asked you a question, Blonde. Did you wan to die here and now?"
Blast it, Bella just remembered that her hair had been dyed golden and her eyes grey.
She didn’t want to hurt him, but if he didn’t let go of her soon, her pride would insist on taking over.
Especially when he'd call her blonde. Lord, Bella wants to slap him in the head for this.
'Miguel Rodriguez that brat! How can you not recognize your own wife!!'
What had been a heavy sprinkle of rain gradually increased, and Cara blinked the drops out of her eyes. “Look, rude jerk—" Bella stopped. She almost open her mouth to call him what she used to call him when they're still married, "I... I mean, isn’t private property and I’m not trespassing. I’m renting the next cabin down, and I was just taking in a little scenery while I’m on vacation, not that it’s any of your business"
Miguel eyed this woman with shock. So long that woman would have guts to talk to him like this and only one woman could do that— Bella Trump.
Talking of Bella Trump, his eyes widened in shock. Only Bella Trump had the guts to talk like this and this woman— thesame height but different face. Thesame voice but different person.
Miguel smirked, trying to convince himself that it's not possible that Bella Trump could be here. "Hey, better tell me the truth before I —"
Bella swallowed hard. Who knows the kind of beast he'd turned to? She placed her palms on her shoulder, "I promise I'm not lying"
“Is that so?” He scanned the length of her and felt that he'd been overthinking it. How can Bella Trump who disappeared five years ago be this blabber lady “You always take in the landscape on your stomach with binoculars?”
Bella couldn't find anything to bail herself out of this trap than to quickly use the next explanation useable. This was the same case when they first met when she asked for marriage.
But this time, marriage didn't come to her mind she quickly talked, “I’m a bird watcher. i taken pictures of birds for a nature magazine"
One shock of dark hair fell over his damp forehead as he considered her answer. Miguel Rodriguez was obviously not a fool, “What bird?” he questioned with raised jaws.
“What bird?” What bird…what bird… Damn. She knew nothing about birds. Despite the wind, Bella's head was terribly oozing with heat as she was thinking of what response to give the impatient man.
One wrong answer could tarnish her mission.
Impatience deepened his frown, Miguel stared on. “What bird have you been watching for the past three hours?”
Bella froze. What bird?