364 Proving That He Was Charles

Bella shrank in the corner of the room, her head buried between her legs, her tears had already wet the pants, but there was no crying sound.

Charles was standing in front of her, watching her shoulders twitching. There was a pity in the blue scorpion, and he squatted in front of her.

Afraid of scaring her, he did not dare to touch her, just gently and whispered her name, "Bell."

However, this still scared her.

Bella shook her head violently, looking at Charles’s face that was still extremely handsome in front of her, she covered her mouth. She looked around in a panic and quickly got up to lock the door.

"Bell, they will not know." Charles came to her side, said gently.

Bella did not expect that he would come over and was shocked. She quickly covered his mouth, complaining in a low voice, "You are crazy, how will come you here? You want to die? Cather and Earl, they will kill you."

Charles naturally circled her waist, letting her stick close to him, there was full of happiness instead of worries in his eyes.

Bella was almost crazy, "How can you still laugh? Tomorrow is a trap. Earl and Cather, they want to kill you."

"I know." Charles looked at her and smiled, with unprecedented satisfaction and relax.

Bella was so anxious that she even cried, she pressed her voice and kept pushing him. "Hurry up, quick. If you are found, you will die."

"They won't find me." Charles smiled. "I have made some trouble for them. Now they must be busy."

As his voice fell, there was a knock from outside, Cather’s hard voice passed over. "Miss Beck, do you sleep?"

Charles immediately hugged Bella to the bed, whispering in her ear, "Answer him."

Bella quickly replied, "Almost, what’s wrong?"

Cather seemed to be relieved and said, "Fine, good night."

Bella carefully listened to the footsteps outside, and finally let out a sigh of relief. Her body softened, she then found herself sitting on Charles’ legs with a bear-holding position.

She quickly pushed him away and was about to get up.

"Let me hug for a while, Bell." Charles tightly held around her waist, nailed her on his lap and looked at her with a smile. "Bell, I am tired."

Only one sentence, Bella’s heart softened immediately. Her eyes were red, and she wiped the flowing tears sideways. She whispered, "If you are tired, why not go home?"

Charles clasped her back head and used his forehead against her forehead. There was an inexpressible joy in his laughing voice. "Bell, you finally accept me, do you? You don't hate me, right?"

His breath sprinkled on her face, his eyes were so close, as if there were swaying waves on the blue sea in front of her eyes.

Bella felt inexplicably grieved, her head against his forehead, and chuckled. "No, I have never hated, I have never hated you. I am afraid, I am always afraid of myself, not you."

She was afraid that her hope got lost. She was afraid that she would get hurt. She was afraid that he never loved her.

What she couldn’t control was always her own heart.

"Bell, sorry, I am sorry..." Charles held her small face, and his thumb wiped the tears in the corner of her eyes. He kept apologizing and saying sorry, "I did not do well enough, so that you don’t have the sense of security. I am sorry, because I don't know how to love you and hurt you again and again. I am really sorry."

Bella pushed him fiercely and her face sank. "You are not Charles, who are you?"

Charles was stunned, "Bell, what's wrong with you?"

Bella suddenly jumped into the bed and pointed at him and asked seriously, "Who are you?!"

She was very nervous now, moving back carefully to the door panel. She was too careless just now, she simply believed that he was Charles.

Charles was born to be very proud and arrogant. He once apologized to her countless times, but never said the word "I'm sorry" to her. Apologize was just politeness, but “I am sorry” was used to admit one’s mistake. Proud as he was, he would never allow himself to admit that he had made a mistake.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been brazened to stay in the garden but hadn’t said: "I'm sorry."

But now, he said so many times that he was sorry, this person... was certainly not Charles!

Charles was simply crying and laughing. "Bell, how can you believe me?"

"You, you should prove it by yourself." Bella was particularly struggling now.

On one hand, she was worried that he was Cather’s people who wanted to find out something from her, on the other hand, she was worried that if he were really Charles, she would expose him if she ran out now.

She was a little anxious, "Quick."

Charles looked at her and hesitated to ask, "Do you really want me to prove it?"

"Come on!" Bella urged him, and her back was attached to the wall which was very close to the door. As long as she was sure that he was not the real Charles, she would open the door and scream, saying that he was a hooligan and provoked Clair to beat him.

Charles sighed and took a step to her, closer and closer. "There is a red nevus in the center of your back."

"This doesn’t count." Bella denied.

She once took a shower in the school's public bathroom, and Dora once said loudly that there was a red nevus on her back that people in the whole room knew it. If someone deliberately checked it before, it was not hard to know.

He said, "Your sensitive point is your little tongue when we kissed. Whenever I touch it, you will respond to me..."

Bella’s face immediately became red, and she quickly waved her hand to block him. "Okay, stop. I believe you."

Although he was not her first boyfriend, he was the first to kiss her.

However, Charles was addicted to this game and shaking his head seriously. "This point is not convincing enough."

He approached her step by step, and his slender fingers were pointed on her chest. "I know that they like to be treated gently, and I will be very gentle in the future."

Bella felt as if she was grilled on the fire, and her mouth immediately became dry and her body was so hot. Before she pushed him away, his hand had slipped to her thick waist. "Here also likes my touch." His hand had already reached into her hem, when his palm touched her smooth skin, he rubbed back and forth, "This way, you will get trembling."

Bella’s pregnant body was more sensitive than before, and her back rested on the wall. Her hand held his wrist that was still moving and stopped him. "I believe, believe in you."

"But I think my reason is not enough." Charles bowed and contained her red lips, the tip of his tongue went straight to find the small tongue in the depths of her throat, and the big palm went downstream...