The sun set and the night fell.
Before the wedding banquet was over, Bella was taken out of the hotel by Kevin, or rather, dragged out.
“Where are you taking me?”
Standing beside his car, she asked with a suspicious face.
“Home.”
“But the guests haven’t…”
She pointed to the hotel behind her, and he interrupted her before she could finish, “Do you like seeing their sympathetic eyes here?”
Bella was stunned, and said calmly, “I made my own choice. I don’t need anyone’s sympathy.”
“Married to a man like me, you are destined to be pitied by others.”
Kevin snorted coldly, looking sharp. He didn’t show pity, but gloated.
The car drove up to the Jones-Sharp’s villa, and the door attendants on both sides slowly pulled open the carved iron gate, Bella looked at Cloud Mansion on the left side, and thought of an ancient saying about that one could not do things at will.
Although it was the first time for her to get married, she participated in many weddings. She had never seen that the bride and groom left in advance when wedding guests still stayed there. She sighed, and thought she really married a queer man.
After entering the hall of the villa, Kevin ignored her and went upstairs, as if there was no Bella. But she would ill not prove her own existence.
Closely following his pace, she arrived at their new room. The moment she pushed open the door, Bella was stunned.
Was it a new room? It was the grave right now! Was this where people live? This was where the ghosts lived! Looking around the room, there was no third color but black and white.
“Go back to your room.”
Kevin languidly took off his suit and casually threw it onto the bed, looking handsome but exhausted.
Shall she go back to her room?
Bella pondered and asked uncertainly, “Don’t we live together?”
He glanced at her, his hands around the chest, and asked teasingly, “With the frequency of my marriages, how many women would I have to sleep in this bed if I lived together with them every time?”
“I can’t tell you’re pretty chaste.”
“It’s not being chaste. I’m just in fear of getting my bed dirty.”
She stared for a few seconds and nodded blankly, “Oh, I see, but which room do I stay in?”
“There.”
He pointed toward the wall to the right of the bedroom, and Bella looked over, wondering, “Is there a the painting?”
“Lift up the painting.”
Despite being confused, she did as she was told. She walked slowly towards the huge landscape painting, lifted up it, and suddenly froze. Behind the painting was actually a door. Rarely moved by something, she was actually deeply shocked at the moment, She finally realized how strong she needed to be the daughter-in-law of the Jones-Sharps.
She could imagine how those failed women cried out in displeasure when they first saw the door.
“I’ll be living here from now on, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, good night.”
She smiled at him, turned around and pulled the door behind the painting open, and entered the chamber.
Closing the door, she breathed a long sigh of relief. She would take up courage if she didn’t want to be a loser.
Thankfully, her room was still not bad. At least it wasn’t just black and white.
After a day of socializing, she lost her breath when putting on the luxurious wedding dress. She reached back and unzipped the delicate zipper, the wedding dress slowly sliding down, and her graceful body lines were exposed.
Her skin was delicate, more pure than the lotus flower, more stunning than the rose. Bella opened the wardrobe, which was full of women’s clothing of variety and fine texture. More importantly, the clothes still had the tags on and were brand-new. She picked a slightly conservative nightgown. When she was about to wear it, the door was suddenly opened.
She saw him and gasped. Her clothes almost fell to the ground. If she was not calm enough, she would have screamed.
Frantically pulling the blanket on the bed to wrap herself, she was alarmed and asked, “Why did you come in without knocking at the door?”
“What are you afraid of? I have no love for women and naturally I’m not interested in women’s bodies. Even if you are naked in front of me, I won’t take a second to look at you.”
He paused, “Do you know why my six wives divorced? In your opinion, who could stand being a grass widow?”