When she saw Charles sitting there at the table, leisurely and gracefully using a knife and fork. Bella’s hands hung down at her sides and clenched into fists. She controlled the urge to rush in and kill him, the urge to tear apart his beautiful facial features.
She sat down in her usual seat and asked somberly with a calm look on her face, “I will not give you a baby. Let me go!”
Charles’s fingers that held the utensils suddenly tightened. He ignored what she said and glared at her, “Eat!”
He spared her once because she made him content.
Bella’s heart was like cold, dead ashes due to last night’s behaviour. No longer did she want to wait until she could think of promising ideas to save herself. It was better to explain it directly and make it clear.
She patiently clarified, “As a tw
