Bella walked out of the hotel, squatted under the shade of the tree, hugged her knees and cried bitterly.

David Wilson walked and stood in front of her. "I think you are a fool and very stupid."

Bella didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, especially by the one she hated the most.

"Go away." She made a dull sound.

David Wilson squatted in front of her and took out the tissue from his pocket. "At least, I let you see the truth clearly. You should thank me."

"Thank you for what?" Bella gritted her teeth. "Thank you for being so bad for me, that if someone becomes a little good to me, I will fall in love with him?"

"At least I didn't cheat you. You know how many women I have. It's hard to say. The longest time anyone can be with me is three months. Your position was firm, isn't it?" David Wilson looked at her tears but couldn't understand her emotions.

He sympathized with her, but the thought that she was crying for another man-made him upset.

"Then, thank you." Bella stood up, looked down at him, and said in a cold voice, "Go away. If James Grayson is the one who stabbed my heart then you are actually the one who slaughtered me, and I deserve all this."

Bella walked quickly toward the road and waved. A taxi stopped in front of her. She sat in the taxi and went away.

David Wilson stood up and put one hand in his pocket. The street lamp lightened up and lengthened his figure.

He wanted to be with Bella again.

*

When Bella reached back, Amelia was surprised to see her. "Bella, you have come back so soon. Have you had dinner?"

"No, and you?" Bella asked. She went into her room and put both Russian books into a plastic bag.

"What happened to you? Are you ok?" Amelia asked worriedly.

"I am fine. I am going out to eat. If I will be late, don't wait for me." Bella said lightly.

"Are you crying?" Amelia was more worried.

"Amelia, if you really treat me as a friend, never try to put James Grayson and me together. If you do it again, I don't know whether we can stay friends or not after that." Bella went out and threw the Russian books into the garbage can.

She looked at the Russian book in the trash can and thought she was stupid. She clearly knew the difference between herself and James Grayson, but she still tried to get close to him and did so many things she shouldn't have done.

Her obsession, her infatuation, her efforts, hasn't been valued by a man.

She did so much, but all she got in return was betrayal and heartache, it's better to not do anything, but to have a little fun. Bella didn't look back. She walked into the elevator, went out of the community and entered the hotel at the entrance of the community.

She ordered the food. To suppress this heartache, she also ordered the liquor. After drinking half a bottle, her head was dizzy and her vision was blurred.

It has been said that after drinking more, one can run away from all her worrie, which deceives hers. But her heart still ached and her stomach was still churning.

She took the last sip, drank it but vomited. She raised the glass to drink again, but James Grayson grabbed the glass from her hand and sat opposite to her.

Bella looked at him, there were many shadows and a vague face.

She smiled and pointed at him, "James Grayson."

James Grayson held her finger, and his eyes were full of pain. He sighed and asked, "Bella, do you trust me?"