493 Painted Me

"What kind of special feelings I have towards Charles?" Nick raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Bella showed a look of understanding everything, pretending to be profound, "In fact, you have always liked Charles, but Charles did not like men. So you deliberately planned a coup for him. As a result ... "She shook her head and sighed." The king defeated the enemy, Charles easily suppressed your rebellion and expelled you from the Kingdom of the Sea."

She looked at him and made the final conclusion, "From then on, you live a freak life of loving and killing each other."

Nick showed a disgusted look just after eating shit, saying, "Bella, when did you become so abnormal? How can you think of such disgusting things?"

Bella was very dismissive of his comments, she shrugged, "Maybe I have always been so perverted. I used to care too much and didn't dare to let myself go. Now, I'm going to die anyway, and I face so annoying people like you, it would be a sense of accomplishment for me, if I can make you uncomfortable."

She sighed leisurely. "You need to be happy in your life."

"Make me comfortable?" Nick approached her, smiling wickedly. "I'm quite comfortable now. I have no feeling for Charles." His voice fell into her ears word by word. “But I am still interested in you. Would you like to try?"

Bella was not afraid of him, "I don't have a few days to live. Don't try to make me die earlier."

She shifted the topic, and asked, "Do you have anything to eat?"

Nick didn't cling to that topic either. He turned around and scolded her, "Bella, are you a pig? Only want to eat when you wake up."

Although the words were harsh, he had entered into the room and turned his head towards her. "Let's go, the dying pig, I will give you a big meal."

Bella had had immune to his meanness, and followed him indifferently, sitting at the dining table facing the door, waiting for Jack to serve.

Bella drank the plain water and looked at him and asked, "Do you have any tea?"

"No."

"Honey?"

"No!"

"Sugar?" Bella felt that there was no taste in her mouth, she needed a little bit of other taste.

Nick leaned back, sitting crookedly, watching her lazily, "There is salt!"

"You are so poor?" Bella looked at him with a guilty expression, "Was it because that I came to you and you have been retaliated by Charles?" She seemed disappointed. “I didn’t expect that you are so weak. It seems that you have been doing well these years, because Charles has shown mercy to you."

Nick was not irritated by her, and his eyes narrowed with an enchanting smile, "This is the only place, Charles cannot find it. Even if the strength of the tree of life is restored, his induction cannot reach here. I can fight back at any time, but then you will be exposed too."

He looked at her with a smile, "Do you want him to die? As soon as you leave here, Charles will find you, and you will be forced to undergo the heart swap operation he arranged for you. Charles will die."

His voice was down, with a touch of blurred charm, "I did all this for you. Bell!"

Originally, Bell was moved when she heard that he kept her here from being exposed, but in the end, the Bell instantly stimulated her to goosebumps, and all the touches disappeared.

Nick stayed here because he wanted to watch her die, and watch Charles's pain.

She said, "Can you receive outside news here?"

He couldn't really block all connections to the outside, his purpose was to look at Charles's pain.

"You are so smart." Nick brought the two bowls of noodles brought by Jack to her. "Let’s look after you finish eating, in case you can't eat, and starve to death in advance."

Bella was a little speechless. "You don't have to remind me that I'm going to die all the time. Moreover, I'm not so vulnerable, I won’t die if I don’t eat a meal."

Nick shook his head and refused. "After all, you are really dying. I am so outspoken that it is difficult to guarantee that I will not say."

Bella stopped talking to him and ate in silence.

Although the main food was only noodles, there were many things inside, including chicken, eggs, and pork.

Bella was a little surprised. "Why are there no vegetables?"

Nick replied, "It’s just getting warm, wild vegetables haven't grown out yet, you can only eat these pheasants, wild boars..."

"Pheasant? Wild vegetables?" Bella was really surprised this time. "Are you really so poor?"

Eating depended on hunting.

Charles, did he actually siege Nick?

Jack, who waited aside, said, "There is a limited stock of grain here. We can only buy some prey to supplement the food."

"Then how many more days can your food be eaten?"

Jack told her, "Plus the hitting animals, it is enough until the day that Miss Beck dies."

Bella shut up to eat noodles. So why did she ask this question?!

Nick's people were as mean as him.

Because of the line failure that day, Bella did not see the current situation of Charles.

There were no entertainment facilities in the cabin, and Bella felt very boring. The only thing she could do was to speak to Nick.

She thought that she might be bored to death before her heart attacked.

"Come on!"

Nick carrying an army green bag stood in the corridor and waved towards Bella who was walking around on the grass.

Bella walked slowly back, Nick disliked her walking slowly, walked over and pulled her arm back, and reminded her again, "I have told you that your life has already entered the countdown, if you are so slow, it will be a waste of life."

Bella told him, "I'm a patient with hear problem, strenuous exercise will accelerate my death."

"Have a few steps quicker, you won't die."

Although saying this, Nick's footsteps slowed down unconsciously.

"Open it!" Nick pointed at a big bag on the ground.

Bella squatted down and opened the bag. The tip of her nose suddenly became astringent.

It was a complete set of drawing tools.

She took out the painting color and brushes, and pulled the easel out from it.

Nick reached out to take it, and assembled the easel on the corridor. Then he said to her, "You can paint during your remaining time."

Bella smiled to bend her eyes at him and said to him, "Thank you, Nick."

This time, she was sincere.

She and Nick originally were in a relationship of making use of each other. He stimulated her, said ironic words to her because she was a woman of Charles.

He rescued her, she thanked him, but she did not appreciate him, because she believed that he would use herself to deal with Charles.

But he brought her a drawing board for her to leave her last words to the world at the end of her life.

She was very moved because she never talked about her ideal for Nick.

Before she was moved well, Nick stuffed the brush in her hand. "Okay, you can start painting now."

"What should I paint?" She hadn't thought about it yet.

"Paint me!"