Chapter 35 - The Softness of the Devil

“Charles, that’s enough. I am an airhead, and my IQ is negative, is it ok? The person who eagerly wants me to bear a child is you. If you dislike me being an airhead, then just let me go. From now on, you go your way, I'll go mine.” Bella was so furious that she wanted to open the door and jump out of the car, but the car door was locked.

At that moment, she felt aggrieved and sad, she covered her face and started to cry against the car door. “How could you bully me like this?”

Charles’s slender fingers hooked her delicate chin. Bella pulled her head to the other side, and the crystal tears from her eyes fell on his jade-like white fingertips.

Charles frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment. Then he leaned over and kissed the tears on her lips.

This move was fast. Before Bella had reacted, He had already sat up straight and looked out of the window indifferently again. He seemed calm, constraining the sighs in his heart.

Bella put her hand on the lips he had kissed and looked at him suspiciously. Just now, such a gentle face belonged to him?

She looked at his expressionless face, Bella uncontrollably laughed at herself. She had expected that the devil would be gentle to her.

However, with her thoughts disturbed, she didn’t cry anymore and just looked out of the window silently with grief in her eyes.

It was just one month before school started, what would happen to her life? Did she really have to bear the child of this abnormal Lord? What would happen to her after giving birth to the child? Could she go back to her earlier ordinary life if she abandoned the child and went away? Or if she stayed here after having the child, she would be abused to death by those ladies in a few days because of Charles’s noble status.

The more she thought, the more problems surfaced, which didn’t help her figure anything out but it messed with her mind.

Bella leaned against the window, bowed her head, and sobbed again. Why were things like this? She was bullied just because she was poor. Why should others decide her life?

He wanted to have a baby, so she had to be “his wife.” Would he expel her after she gave birth to the child? She was afraid that he would also force a divorce by that time.

Bella felt a burst of sadness. This must be the power of money and right that she didn’t even need to attend the wedding as the bride. They were married legally. There was no celebration, only paper.

They returned to Williams' Mansion, she was taken to Elsa’s studio before she could take a shower.

“Miss Brook, please sit here.” Elsa pointed to a heavy metal chair that was usually seen in science-fiction films with a gleaming helmet spinning over it.

Bella looked at her with vigilance. “What are you going to do?”

Elsa chuckled and helped her, “Lord asked me to test your IQ. Don't be afraid, there is no danger, you just need to sit down and stay still for ten seconds.”

It turned out that Charles really did think she was stupid, and not just using it as verbal sarcasm.

Bella was livid, her face became white, and her chest was trembling fiercely. She looked at Elsa coldly. “There is no need. My IQ is -200. I am not suitable to give birth to your Lord’s baby.”

Her face sank, and she turned around and left.

Shame and humiliation were like two heavy hammers that pounded on her heart, satirizing that she was ridiculous and absurd.

This was the nobility, this was the power, and it was easy to crush the dignity and pride of the poor like her because of such ridiculous and absurd reasons.

“Bella!” Charles stood straight in front of her. He looked at her condescendingly, and indifferently asked, “Where are you going?”

“I am going to crawl into a corner to die. Is that ok?” Bella ground her teeth and looked at him. She once had been grateful for his rescue at the supermarket. She once thought that he might not be so bad, and not so abnormal.

But he was so twisted that he trampled on her dignity over and over again.

Charles faintly glanced at her, “It seems that you should be punished again.” He spread his hand, and said, “Aphrodisiac.”

Ziv immediately put a black velvet box on Charles’s big palm.

Charles gave a slight glance, “You make me very happy with the aphrodisiac.”

After he spoke, he stepped forward, and Bella took a step back unconsciously with fright flashing in her eyes. “No, I will take it, I will take the test.”

Turning over like a submissive dog, Bella moped into the room where she had just fled from, step by step. Under the gaze of Charles, she sat on the chair that looked like a high-tech hair dresser’s chair.

Charles was in front of her, he watched the helmet rotate on her head, with his fingers flexibly revolving the black velvet box.

Bella felt extremely desperate, would her life be like this hereafter?!

“Young Master, one hundred and ten, it’s normal.” Elsa helped Bella come down from the chair, and said softly, “Your IQ has no problem.” Then she looked at Charles and said, “The child will also bear the Lord's Genes so it will not affect the family heritage.”

Bella looked at Charles who seemed relieved, she felt ridiculous and sad.

On the following day, Bella was like a zombie, walking, eating and sleeping. She even had sex with Charles when he wanted, then dragged her tired body home and slept, returning to Williams Mansion before 10 o’clock.

She once took ‘Plan B’ secretly after sex. But Elsa had discovered it as soon as she entered the room. A whole night of Charles’s abuse was waiting for her after that.

Everyone in Williams Mansion stared at her belly when they saw her as if a child would fall out of it in the next second.

Bella felt that she would go crazy if her life continued like this. After breakfast, at the moment Charles had bitten her shoulder, she whispered, “Tell me why.”

She didn't want to know anything before, because she understood that the more she knew, the sooner she would die. But now, Bella felt like she was already dead and she didn’t want to die before she knew the reason.

Charles gracefully rubbed the blood off his lips and looked at her indistinctly. “Your womb is suitable for carrying my child, and your eggs are suitable for conception.”

She had heard this reason countless times, and she didn’t believe it at all. But if he did not say, she could not force him. Then she looked at him and asked, “What about the blood? Why do you have to drink my blood? Although my blood type is rare, I am not the only one with such blood in the world.”

“You are the first woman who completely belongs to me. Your blood is purest.”

She was a virgin until Charles.

The first thought that came into Bella’s mind that if she had given herself to Martin when he demanded, maybe she wouldn’t have had to experience these things anymore.

She turned cold. When she was about to leave, she heard a familiar voice come from the TV behind her.

As she turned back, she saw the picture on the TV in the dining room. In that picture, she found the last person she wanted to see.

Lynn wore a white lace dress with subtle makeup which made her look very pure and elegant. She was giving a media interview with a smile.

“Miss Sanders, you are the spokeswoman of BD brand this time which means you are entering into the fashion world, did your fiancé Martin do you a favour?”