Queen Revenge

My face went a shade of red and white, and it was obvious that Walker Richter had just done it on purpose.

Watching him place the pillows on the couch and take the covers, with the full intention of sleeping on the couch and drawing a line in the sand with me, a sudden pang of congestion went through my heart.

Walker Richter got his clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom to take a shower, the sound of clattering running water coming out of the bathroom made me think of the images I had seen in the bathroom that day.

Alva Hill, there’s no point in thinking about it.

People are disgusted that it’s so obvious, and they’re still fantasizing about it.

I buried my head under the covers and plugged my ears from the sound of running water.

In my heart, I decided even more to leave the Richter family earlier, or else Walker Richter would flirt with them from time to time, and if it went on like this, I was afraid that I would fall into Walker Richter’s hands.

The thing about feelings is that you really can’t tell.

Walker Richter is excellent, that skin is enough to make a woman fall, and to spend so much time together for so long, with the occasional physical contact, who can afford it.

I was so upset I couldn’t sleep until Walker Richter came out of the bathroom and I still had my head under the covers like an ostrich.

“Walker, are you asleep?”

Tina Deross’ voice suddenly sounded outside.

What’s Tina Deross doing here looking for Walker Richter this late at night.

I hated to put my ears up to hear the commotion.

Walker Richter walks over and listens for half a second, but I can’t hear the two men talking, and am puzzled, curious to stick my head out to see what’s going on, when I see Walker Richter fold back over with a bowl.

Caught in the act.

Immediately I buried my head back again, I heard Walker Richter say, “Don’t pretend to be asleep, here’s some bird’s nest from my sister-in-law, get up and eat it.”

Tina Deross is so nice to send me bird’s nest?NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

I can remember the last time she talked me into leaving Walker Richter and divorcing Walker Richter.

Punctured and unable to pretend any longer, I lifted the covers, glanced at the bird’s nest, and, thinking of Walker Richter’s earlier sarcasm, said nonchalantly, “Don’t feel like it.”

I thought Walker Richter would be angry, but he just said in a light tone, “I’m down then.”

From his tone, I couldn’t hear any joy or anger, and then I saw him really take the fine bird’s nest into the bathroom and pour it.

Hearing the toilet flush suddenly made me feel a little riotous.

Tina Deross sends something, that must be bird’s nest which is extremely hard to get on the market.

Walker Richter came out of the bathroom, set the empty bowl down on the table, and without even a glance at me in his afterglow, turned off the light and plopped down on the couch.

Eyes could also make out roughly the furnishings of the room as they adjusted to the pitch blackness, as well as the outline of him lying on the couch.

His back was turned in my direction and it didn’t take long for him to lay down and actually fall asleep.

Listening to the sound of even breathing, but the irritation in my heart gradually dissipated.

Laying back down under the covers, sleepiness struck a while later and a deep sleep settled in.

I don’t know when I was so relieved that a man was sleeping next to me, and my guard was off without me realizing it.

I slept a little cold the first half of the night, but the second half of the night I suddenly felt warm, as if I had hugged a heater, and had a good night’s sleep.

The next day.

Tina Deross came knocking on the door of the room early, and I was so dazed from sleep that I heard Tina Deross ask, “Is everything finished?”

“Uh-huh.” Walker Richter’s tone was consistently cool.

To avoid another awkward moment with Walker Richter, I purposely slept in until he was out the door.

I’m on disability now, and THE Richter family isn’t that disciplined, and I wake up and have breakfast brought to my room by the maid.

the Richter family three siblings went to the office early; Charles Richter had been out of town for some time and had not been seen.

After breakfast, I went to the nursery with my crutches to play with sweetheart, the little girl is still sleeping more every day, and I don’t know why, but I feel calm even watching sweetheart sleeping.

I carefully stroked SWEETHEART’s face and began to fantasize in my mind about what my child would look like, when it was so real that the baby was punching and kicking in my stomach, as if it had been there in the last moment, making a lot of noise.

When I was in captivity, all I could do was talk to my child every day as if he understood everything I said and would respond to me in the womb.

“Bella.”

Mr. Richter’s mother pushed her way in, saw that SWEETHEART was asleep, and lowered her voice to laugh, “Little SWEETHEART is asleep.”

“Just fell asleep.” I offered the old lady a seat; “Sit down, Grandma.”

Mr. Richter’s mother was very rare to sweetheart, probably because it was Walker Richter’s child.

Mr. Richter’s mother looked at SWEETHEART and said with a relieved smile, “Grandma’s heart is happy now that she sees you and Walker bonding well.”

“That’s still thanks to Grandma setting it up.” I said, “It wouldn’t have happened if Grandma hadn’t sent me back to the old house to recuperate and create opportunities.”

“Grandma didn’t do anything, it was the brat himself who offered to let you go back to the old house to recuperate.”

I was very surprised to hear that.

Walker Richter brought it up?

Then why did he mean Mr. Richter’s mother last night?

Going back to the old mansion, that must mean no sleeping in separate rooms, and Walker Richter should know that, and from his sarcastic tone last night, he doesn’t really want to share a room with me either, so why is he doing this?

I just can’t figure it out.

Mr. Richter’s mother took my hand and added, “Bella, although you were injured in the car accident this time, but it was also a blessing because of the disaster, so that brat knows how to cherish you, this is a good thing, I also heard that Walker wants to let you into the company, grandma is really happy.”

Walker Richter for real?

Are you really going to let me in?

What the hell is he up to?

Didn’t he used to hate not seeing Bella Hill and not letting her go to the office?

I could have heard that the two were not only sleeping in separate rooms, but that Walker Richter was not returning to Pear orchard more often than not, and that Bella Hill was all alone in her room.

I stayed at the old mansion for half a month, Walker Richter came home every night, offered to take the covers to the couch at night, and except for the first night when Walker Richter flirted with me, it was all mutual after that.

But I don’t know why, every time the air conditioner is at the right temperature before I go to bed, but I always feel cold after I fall asleep, and then in a daze I feel like I’m hugging a heater again, and it’s quite warm.

My leg is almost healed enough that I can ditch the crutches, though I can’t quite walk normally.

I can’t wait to find Randy Pan and find out what happened to the baby.

On this day, finally waiting for an opportunity, the Richter family three siblings are not at home, Fin Wilson and Mr. Richter’s mother went to the temple incense, Mr. Richter’s mother superstitious, every year at this time will go to the temple to add incense and oil money for the whole family to pray for the peace of the charm will.

I changed my clothes and was about to sneak out to find Randy Pan when I passed the door to Tina Deross’s room only to hear movement inside, and very loud movement at that.

Curiosity, I lightened my footsteps and walked over to take a look through the gap in the door, and when I saw the scene inside, I was so shocked that I subconsciously covered my mouth and didn’t dare to make a sound.