459 Very Old Roy

The two tentatively tested each other, and no one leaked their own bottom line.

But everyone had already guessed the secrets of each other.

Charles knew she was aware of it, but so what? The plan would not be changed. Even she didn't want to accept his heart, it was not up to her!

That night, Edwin and Steven did not see Bella visit them.

Cather's corpse was brought back, and they had all heard of it. Edwin even knew what Bella wanted to do for the first time. So, they didn't go to the beach.

In the early morning, Bella was awakened by the sound of Charles getting up. She asked subconsciously, "Is Ziv back?"

Bella cared about this and never slept.

Seeing her awake, Charles pulled her quilt and said, "Yeah, I'll take a look first."

"Okay!" Bella pulled him. "If it is him, you must wake me up."

Charles smiled at her clinging, rubbed her head gently, and said, "I know!"

Bella leaned on the head of the bed and watched Charles open the door. He took two documents and handed them to her.

Bella looked at the documents he handed in, her eyes flashed, "It is really him!"

"Well." Charles sat down beside the bed and asked, "It has been confirmed. What do you want to do?"

Judging from the current state of Bella, it was impossible for her to do nothing.

Tonight, she must do something for Clair before she could face Edwin.

Bella said, "Burn his bones and spread the ashes in front of Clair's grave."

"Yes! My wife!" Charles made a salute and looked like a wife slave.

Bella stared at him strangely, saying, "It's not you who do it, what is your life."

"Tonight, I'll go in person." Charles kissed her, "I'll go for you."

In the middle of the night, he couldn't bear to go to the cemetery in the wild mountains.

"Okay!" Bella responded, "I'll see Clair tomorrow morning."

This kind of thing was best done by herself, Charles was her husband, but not her. He was more cautious than Ziv.

Bella held Charles's hand, "I'll wait for you to come back."

"You can sleep first!" Charles kissed her eyebrows. "Don't stay up late, it's bad for your health."

"I know." Bella didn't want him to worry about her. "You should wake me up when you come back."

"Fine."

It was already bright after Charles returned from dealing with everything. Bella slept very lightly. When Charles took the bathrobe into the bathroom, she got up.

Charles simply stopped washing, and said to her, "Do you want to see Clair now?"

"Now?" Bella raised her eyebrows. "The cemetery hasn't opened yet."

Charles looked at her with a smile, "It would be more convenient since it’s not open."

Bella knew that he wanted to take her to teleport, and she felt that it was more convenient than taking a car, and it would not hurt Bryant, so she agreed, "Okay. I will change clothes."

After five minutes, Bella changed into a black suit and appeared in the cemetery with Charles.

Under the morning dew, Clair's smile looked more and more innocent.

Charles pointed to the soil under his feet. "I sprinkled Cather’s ashes on the ground, everyone who passed by Clair’s cemetery would step on his ashes."

Bella clenched her fists, "Cather has killed so many people, caused my brother to suffer for half his life, and ruined Clair's life. We are so kind to treat him this way."

She reached out and touched the cold tombstone belonging to Clair, and said softly, "Clair, thank you, thank you for making my home so complete. But I can do too little for you. Clair, what else do you wish? Please tell me in a dream."

Charles said, "You can just come to my dream. I can convey your wish to Bell."

Bella's sorrowful heart was interrupted by him, "Why should he come to your dream?"

"You can't date other men even in your dreams," Charles explained earnestly.

It was getting lighter, and the old guarding man started to inspect the grave.

He looked at a distance from a tombstone, two figures flickered and disappeared, thinking he had seen a ghost. On the same day, he bought various paper and beautiful women pictures to burn in front of Clair's tomb.

The sky was totally bright when Bella and Charles returned to William’s Mansion to wash up.

Bella watched the time, it was only six o'clock, and said to Charles, "Let's make the sweet dumplings for my brothers." She said, "Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, aren't we going to the Kingdom of the Sea? We can spend the day with them to celebrate the Lantern Festival ahead of time."

Of course, Charles obeyed, "No problem, I will do whatever you want."

When Bella and Charles came to the kitchen, Roy and the chef just arrived.

Bella told them what she wanted, "We mainly eat the sweet dumplings for breakfast today, and you can prepare other meals. Charles and I will make the sweet dumplings."

Roy smiled. "Since today is the Lantern Festival, let's get ready to arrange it."

"Nice!" Bella smiled. "Thank you."

Although it was polite words, Roy had clearly felt Bella’s closeness, no longer as alienated and polite as before.

She finally regarded herself as the hostess of Charles’s Mansion.

Roy smiled comfortably.

Charles was very skillful in what he did, and he used glutinous rice flour and made sesame balls.

Bella was only responsible for rubbing it into glutinous rice balls in different sizes.

Bella used a home-cooked method. It was enough if every meal had a good taste, its appearance was not so important. Because Bess didn't seek for color and fragrance, she didn't think there was anything wrong with this before.

But now there was Charles to compare, it seemed that she didn’t pursue the beauty of the sweet dumplings.

Bella looked at the row of sweet dumplings that she had rubbed uniformly, the pearl-like round sweet dumplings, and pursed, "How can it be..."

Charles said with guilty, "Sorry, my lady, I'm used to it, I will pay attention next time."

Then Charles worked very hard to pull out a barely ugly sweet dumpling and put it in his uniform row of sweet dumplings, "Look, I don't really do well." He also said, "We eat at home, don’t have to be so particular about appearance."

Bella smiled, "You are so cunning."

Charles looked at her begging for mercy. "So Bell, do you want me to do the good-looking ones or not?"

"Good-looking." Bella said, "Give what you make to me and my brothers, and you eat what I make."

Charles looked at the row made by Bella, the sweet dumplings were one bigger than the other, then he was speechless.

If he ate all the row, he would probably become the sweet dumplings.

Charles looked at Roy, who was holding back a smile, and calmly said, "What are you laughing? Haven't you laughed for two hundred years?"

Roy could not help shaking his body, he bent over in a very respectful manner. "Three hundred and twenty years. My lord!"

Bella couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Bulter, are you already three hundred and twenty years old?"