The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 605-Swayed by emotions, Bella approached Sophie and got down on one knee. She looked up with a bright smile and said, “Chris has a friend in me, so don’t worry.” Christopher took off his jacket, his slender build drawn out by his white shirt and gray vest. He went to the kitchen, looking rather chic.
Although Bella was a guest, she felt bad letting him cook for her.
Thus, she followed him to the kitchen.
“I’ll help you. You don’t have a chef. It will take you forever to cook dinner.” Bella looked at the table of ingredients and rolled up her sleeves to get to work.
“It’s okay. I have everything ready. It should be quick and easy to make dinner.” While talking, Christopher looked at her with concern and murmure Bella, I remember that you’re allergic to smoke. It can get greasy an smoky in the kitchen. You should head to the living room and with my mother.” Bella paused, her eyes twinkling in surprise. “H-How did you know I’m allergic to smoke?” “Don’t you remember? Your dad would take you to my home when you were a kid, and my brother would demand a cookout, ordering the household help to start the grill in the backyard. When it started to get smoky, your dad carried you away nervously, saying that you were allergic to smoke. I still remember your dad getting worked up and yelling at my dad.” Christopher chuckled. “You’re the apple of your dad’s eye.” Bella stared at him in a daze and felt a lump in her throat.
Despite her best efforts, she could not stop her eyes from tearing up.
During the three years she had been with Justin and cooked for him, the man had no idea that she had an allergic reaction to smoke.
However, Christopher did not forget the trivial matter that happened over a decade ago.
“It’s okay. I’ll help you.” Bella stood alongside Christopher in front of the sink, preparing the fresh ingredients skillfully.
Christopher swallowed hard and quietly stepped closer to her.
“Thank you, Bella.” “I should thank you for treating me to dinner.” “That’s not what I mean.” Christopher’s voice was raspy as he smiled wryly. “You’ve seen my mother. Her memory is regressing badly. Sometimes, she doesn’t even recognize me. There are times that she thinks I’m still 7 years old.” “I understand. It’s one of the symptoms of Alzheimer’s.” Bella sighed.
“I’m grateful that you are willing to make her happy with me.” Their eyes met, and their foreheads bumped into each other.
They chuckled, taken aback.
It was a happy and tender moment at the villa.
Beyond the walls of the residence, it was cold and windy.
Justin stood rooted to the ground outside the villa, staring intently at the warm light.
He had no idea how long he had been there or how much longer he would stand there.
There was only one thing on his mind.
He was waiting for Bella. He was waiting for her to come out and see him.
She had to leave one way or another, right?
Suddenly, Justin felt something cold on his face. The biting co spread throughout his body.
He lifted his chin as the tiny snowflakes fell on his pale face and melted into his bloodshot eyes.
It was snowing.
Savrow welcomed its first snow in the winter.
The first snow was a blank canvas. It signified a fresh full of potential and the promise of something special.
He thought to himself, ‘Bella, I want to experience the first snow with you.’ Justin breathed out a puff of cold air and pulled out his phone shakily to dial Bella’s number.