Queen Revenge

With such a tempting offer, Walker Richter was still indifferent and just walked past me without even giving me a look.

See him heading downstairs as if he’s going out.

I immediately called out to him, “Honey, let’s eat lunch before we go out.”

Walker Richter’s footsteps paused, and the man didn’t turn around; his feet fell back toward the den.

I breathed a sigh of relief that people were finally staying, no matter what.

After spending the night in the hospital and smelling like antiseptic water, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and change into more comfortable loungewear.

The ones Bella Hill left behind were too sexy and not my favorite style, so I re-added a few casual ones.

I wanted to put on some makeup, but I thought Walker Richter had seen too many women with elaborate makeup, so maybe a plain face would catch his eye.

I’ve always been confident in my face. Jane Hasis didn’t give me a mother’s love, but she did give me a pretty face.

Gathering my ear hair, I was ready to brush up my presence in the study, and just as I reached the door, I heard movement inside.

“Sir, this is the tea I made with my own hands, I purposely went to learn the art of tea, you taste how it tastes.”

That was some quick action by Kelly Zex.

I don’t go in either, half leaning against the doorway, watching with interest how Kelly Zex seduces Walker Richter.

Walker Richter rewarded his face by picking up his teacup and taking a sip of what seemed to be a very good cup of tea, an evocative expression coming across his face, “Quite nice.”

Walker Richter what high-class tea has not been drunk, I do not believe that Kelly Zex tea is really good, this tasting is not tea, I’m afraid it is people.

Once Kelly Zex heard this, a petulant expression appeared on her face, and she added more tea to Walker Richter, “If sir likes it, then I will cook it for sir every day from now on, I know a lot of things, sir will surely like it.”

That’s a hint.

Talking is talking. What’s with the close proximity? Kelly Zex’s boobs are dying to stick to Walker Richter.

Walker Richter doesn’t look like he’s refusing either.

Men, truly, are animals of the lower body.

Walker Richter absently shook his teacup, the corners of his mouth curved into a shallow curve, “Smells pretty good on you, what kind of perfume do you use?”

Why does that sound so familiar?

Didn’t Walker Richter say something similar to me not too long ago?

How many women has Walker Richter actually said this to?

Kelly Zex blushed with a girlishly wistful look, “It’s the new Chanel model …”

“Drinking tea.” I interrupted Kelly Zex with a smile and walked in, not moving to cross between the two, “It just so happens that I’m thirsty too, Kelly Zex, make me a cup too.”

Being stirred up, Kelly Zex’s face fell at once, and with a respectful surface, she pretended to look embarrassed and said, “Young Lady, the tea is out.”

Kelly Zex must have known from Aunt Lexi that Walker Richter didn’t treat me well to be so slack.

I gave a stern look over and said in a cold voice, “If you don’t have it, go get it, how can THE Richter family be missing tea?”

“Yes, Young Lady.” Kelly Zex went out reluctantly.

After Kelly Zex went out, I turned around to see Walker Richter calmly sipping the rest of the tea in his teacup, and I was now somewhat regretting leaving Kelly Zex behind.

I break the silence with a grin, “Honey, do you want to take a shower?”

Walker Richter drifted off, his eyes going to the wall, “What do you think of that painting?”

I followed his line of sight and my eyes were instantly frozen on the painting hanging on the wall.

In the painting, a young girl in a field of purple flowers, face with a rosy smile, and then the beauty of the flowers, in the girl’s stunning face are eclipsed, became a companion.

That’s a painting by Ulysses Will.

And the person in the painting is none other than Bella Hill.

That field of flowers, he took me there, and to my surprise, he took Bella Hill there, too.

This painting would have been the last time Ulysses Will sold it to Walker Richter, not realizing he had it hanging in his study.

Walker Richter should have recognized the man on it when he got it, but why did he hang it up?

I didn’t understand what Walker Richter was trying to do, and commented calmly, “The painting is excellent, but the person on the painting looks a bit like me, is this a special painting that my husband got someone to paint for me?”

The latter words were merely deliberate on my part.

I didn’t think Walker Richter would be generous enough to give it to me: “You got credit for giving birth to SWEETHEART, this painting is a reward for you.”

I don’t believe such a thing, but with a smile on my lips I say, “Thank you, husband, you’re so kind.”

Walker Richter’s cell phone rang at that moment, and I subconsciously glanced at the screen to see that the caller ID was Pheobe Wilson.

He didn’t avoid it, or rather, he didn’t have to worry about my feelings at all, and directly connected in front of me, I don’t know what was said on the other end, only to see his face all of a sudden staring, “Okay, I’ll come over right away.”

Pheobe Wilson is much more tactful than I am, and one phone call away from Walker Richter.

I had Aunt Lexi dump the two extra dishes for lunch and feed them to the dogs.

It’s late at night and Walker Richter hasn’t returned, must have tripped over Pheobe Wilson.

And I wasn’t going to try to track down Walker Richter when Aunt Lexi knocked on the door and said a friend of mine had called.

I don’t have any friends other than Fiona Croix.

The call, from a friend of Bella Hill’s.

Bella Hill has too many friends, and I don’t know who called, in case I say the wrong thing, I’ll be exposed, and I’ll let Aunt Lexi hang up.

It wasn’t long before the call came back and Aunt Lexi came knocking on the door again, “Young Lady, why don’t you answer the phone, Miss Lancelot says it’s urgent for you.”

Surname Lancelot, I do remember that Bella Hill did have a playful friend named Helen Lancelot.

It occurred to me that I might be able to find out a little about the whereabouts of the child from Helen Lancelot, and I went downstairs to answer the phone.

Taking on the tone Bella Hill used to use with Helen Lancelot, I opened my mouth and asked, “Helen, what’s the rush to find me?”

Helen Lancelot should be in the nightclub. It’s noisy over there.

“Bella, I saw your husband, he’s with a woman, come here.”

Walker Richter goes to nightclubs too?

Helen Lancelot gave me the address and I changed my clothes and went there.

Bella Hill is supposed to be a regular at this nightclub, and as soon as I got there, the manager came to say hello and get close to me.

I followed the box number given by Helen Lancelot and went straight to the sixth floor.

It was dimly lit, and I was looking up at the box number and not paying attention when I rounded the corner and bumped into a man.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I quickly apologized, “Sorry.”

After apologizing I made the mistake of leaving, but the man suddenly grabbed my arm with a shocked expression on his face, “Why are you here, how did you escape?”

The man’s words made my whole nerves tense and alert all at once.

I didn’t know the man in front of me, and I’d only told Ulysses Will and Fiona Croix about my imprisonment by Bella Hill, so why would the man in front of me use the word ‘escape’?

Did the other guy think I was Bella Hill?

But it’s not right either.

I wrenched my hand away with force, “Who are you, I don’t know you, what’s with the hooliganism.”

This man terrified me for no reason, especially those eyes, which were intensely possessive.