Chapter 43 – Do What I Say

Bella got out of the tub when she noticed Charles had no other intention with her, she changed into a decorous manner, and looked at him solemnly, “Yes, sir!”

Charles glanced her with nonchalance, “From now on, you are not allowed to touch any flowers.”

She was confused but swallowed her questions when her eyes met his cold gaze.

She sighed.

I don’t have any human rights.

Charles rose up from the bathtub, and Bella grabbed a bathrobe for him from the wardrobe consciously and obediently.

“Dry.” Charles did not take the robe but threw a towel on her head.

She was suddenly in darkness, and her hands fumbled to take off the towel. Bella went to dry his body, but instead, he grasped the bathrobe in her hand and put it on. His eyes gleamed with amusement, “Dry yourself.” And chuckled, “Stupid girl.”

How could she dry herself? She still had her clothes on. Most people would have thought to dry him first in this situation.

The Lord did not express himself clearly but instead blamed her intelligence.

That night Charles was in an enthusiastic mood, which earned pleasure from Bella from time to time.

Next morning when Bella woke up, she found a mark on her shoulder.

He must have had some blood early that morning.

She got up, had breakfast, and did chores in Charles’s chamber. She had not seen Charles at all, from morning until lunchtime, and she was content.

The only bothersome thing was that the news was on T.V. The report indicated that Lynn charged those two men with her last night, as she sobbed and told the media about what happened.

An honest-looking fan vouched for her and showed a text message that had told Lynn the wrong room number. The fan said that she was so sorry that had happened. She was playing up her apology and her guilt. It really was sad.

So, it was because the wrong room number was sent that Lynn entered room 708? Bella sneered; she could be ‘Actress of the Year’ with that performance. Len was so generous to this daughter of his. That ‘fan’ should be paid an extremely high price to pretend to be such a witness.

Bella despised their behaviour, as she had never put hope on them. But she wanted to be treated like she was his daughter too. Len could spend so much money to save Lynn from the media but was reluctant to pay for her tuition.

The phone rang, it was Bess. That call had saved her from her sadness.

Bess was excited, “Bella, I have an interview for a job in Hale’s Hotel. What kind of clothes should I wear for the interview?”

Bella was shocked, “Mum, what kind of the job is it? When did you think of working in a hotel?”

Bess had only ever worked in a garment factory as a tailor after she had divorced, and the factory closed down when Bella was in high school. She then did a little bit of sewing at home to earn some income. Bella won a scholarship and had a summer job to maintain her education. They were living in poverty, but they always tried to have enough to eat.

Bess had never tried to find a job, but as she was known as the cheating ex-wife of Len Sanders, no company dared to hire her. But Hale’s Hotel was a five-star hotel, that had the same rating as Charles’s Grand Sea Hotel. The primary job requirement for the staff there was to be trilingual.

So being a tailor, Bess was not even qualified to even interview for a cleaning position at the hotel.

“It is a part-time job as a cleaner.” She was afraid that Bella would not agree, “Three times a week, with $2,000 a month. Do you remember Susanna? She lives across the alley? She told me to apply.”

Bella did trust Susanna since she was one of her acquaintances in the neighbourhood. She was a widowed single mom and was very kind to her. Bella worried because Len’s recent actions had influenced her so much, and then she said, “Mum, please wait for me. I can ask for leave and go with you.”

Then she hung up the phone without waiting for Bess to reply and ran to the study where Charles worked.

As soon as she reached the stairs, she met Roy, who descended from the upper floor.

“Lady.” Roy bowed to her respectfully.

Bella inquired in a hurry, “Is the Lord in the study?”

Roy’s eyes showed concern, “The Lord is on a business trip for two days, he will be home the day after tomorrow.”

Bella was delighted to hear this, and told him, “I am going out now and will be back tonight.”

Roy reminded her honestly, “Williams Mansion locks down at 8 pm.”

It locks down? It was explicitly set up for her.

Bella had no time to discuss with him, rushed back into her room, and grabbed her handbag then left.

She had to keep a weary head, as there were so many things that had happened. She was concerned about Bess, so she wanted to make sure she was okay.

While she rode the bus, she texted a message to Charles asking for leave, in case that Roy would have secretly reported to him. Though Roy respected her, his loyalty was to Charles only.

On the third floor in the study of Williams Mansion, a silver cell phone vibrated on the luxury writing desk, no one was there.

Bella jumped off the bus as soon as it stopped at the station, she was unaware of a motorcycle that rushed over the narrow pavement.

“Be careful.” A pleasant voice came from above her head while she was gently drawn into an embrace.

Not being thrown terribly aside like she imagined, she stood steadily on her feet in a few seconds.

“Damn it, lady, are you blind?” The motorcycle flew past them, as the driver yelled at them.

Bella was frightened as she was in such a hurry and did not pay attention to the traffic. She looked down and gave thanks to the man who rescued her.

“Do you thank my shoes?” The man sounded amused.

Bella straightened up, and her eyes met with the man’s, a very handsome face appeared before her, in a refined and delicate manner, and there was a smile on his face. His hair softly clung to his forehead; he looked like a celebrity walking down from the stage, and he radiated the warmth of sunshine.

“Thank you.” Bella thanked him sincerely, and pointed to the opposite side of the road, and said, “I, ah, have to hurry up, I have to go now.”

She walked forward as she said that, a car suddenly passed by, she stepped back frightened.

“Let’s cross together, I must go to the other side too.” The man smiled genuinely. He walked two steps before Bella and went slowly forward.

Bella felt warmth in her heart, if Charles were here, he would only say scornfully, “Stupid girl!”

When they crossed at the traffic light, the man nodded to Bella politely and walked away.

Bella hurried home and turned a corner, not noticing that the man had walked back to the bus station she just left.

Parked not that far away was a white Lamborghini with a hefty parking ticket stuck under its windshield wiper.