498 Who Was Poorer

Nick looked at her with a smile, "You can only say these words back and forth, not original at all."

Bella prepared for a long time, and uttered a harsh sentence, "You are perverted!"

"Yes, I'm perverted. So what?"

Bella stood up, but she was afraid that Nick would drag her hair again. She didn't stand too fast this time. After she got up, she put her hair together and then went out.

Going to the easel, she tied her hair into five braids and hanged it in front of her chest, lest Nick got another chance to grab her hair.

"Paint me!" Nick stood in front of her. "Paint me this afternoon."

Bella was about to speak. Nick pointed at Bryant on her drawing board. "Don't say that you are not used to holding paintbrushes, I think you held them well."

Bella’s eyes looking at Bryant were warm and soft. "Bryant is my son. I have him in my heart, of course I can draw him smoothly."

"You can also treat me as your son and have me in your heart. I don't mind." Nick smiled casually.

"I can't deliver a son so old like you."

She was only 23 years old, but Nick was over 200 years old.

"If you don't mind, we can have one." Nick looked at her eyes burning.

Bella was not afraid of him saying these dirty things. She just said indifferently, "I may not be able to be alive at that time."

Bella took Bryant's canvas off the drawing board, took it back to her bedroom, and nailed it carefully with a pushpin.

She hung Bryant’s portrait directly across the bed so that every time she woke up, she could see him.

Then she started to paint again.

Nick insisted on standing opposite her, and she could only let him stand.

She drew quickly, when Nick saw this, he gradually felt a sense of joy. In the end, she still had some feelings for him.

Outside the room there was suddenly wind, Nick suddenly walked over, took off his coat and put it on her body, "You are still in the confinement and you can't be affected by the wind."

However, when his sight fell on the canvas in the next second, all the tenderness disappeared. He clasped her hand and pressed her against the wall of the wooden house behind him. His soft eyes were ruthless. “Bella, how dare you play tricks with me?"

Bella turned away her head, "No, I don't."

"No?" Nick smiled. He kicked her easel away, the drawing board fell to the ground, and the beautiful face of Charles on the canvas fell on the floor.

"I have told you that I can't paint you."

"You let me stand for three hours."

"You stood by yourself. I didn't say that I wanted to draw you. I never said that." Bella's skinny and emaciated back was hurt because of the wall.

"Good, very good." Nick grabbed her arm and dragged her into the room. Jack nodded silently as he passed the hall.

When he entered the room, Bella’s body collided the door. Nick put her directly on the door. He said with hatred, "Yes, you are right. Your use is to make Charles feel ashamed. Haven’t you said that we make love before you die? I will advance your death now."

The next second, the tearing sound of the cloth echoed in the empty room.

Although there was heating in the room, Bella still felt her heart cold.

Her coat, shirt, and other pieces fell to the floor, leaving only a small sling on her back, closed to her body.

She looked very thin, and her clavicle became more obvious, even the sternum was bulging.

It turned out that the exquisite chest line looked like a child who had just started to develop, and was very pathetic.

Bella didn't struggle, she had prepared well when she came. She only hoped that Charles could be alive, she didn’t ask for other things.

But now...

She whispered, "Can we change a room?"

Nick followed her sight, where there was a portrait of Bryant.

She didn't want her son to see her mother die like this. Even if it was just a portrait, she didn't want to.

"Let your son see. Your whole family will pay the debts for Charles."

Bella held his wrist tightly, "Change another room."

He lowered his head, and the skinny bones clasped into his flesh, and a bloodstain emerged.

She didn’t resist, but persisted.

Her pigtails had spread, and silky hair strands flowed from the back of his hand, it was cool, and the coldness fell into his heart, extinguishing his irritable mood.

Her bright eyes stared at him like a dead woman, biting him.

She said word by word, "Change another room, you can do whatever you want."

She was as thin as if he could break her up with a little force, but she was particularly brave.

His rationality gradually recovered, and his voice was so low not like himself, "Can't you follow me? Be my woman, can't you?"

Bella didn't reply. As long as she became Nick’s woman, Charles’ high-profile search for his wife in the news would become the laughingstock of the world.

How high-profile Charles was to seek for his wife, how high this green hat would be.

Nick gently held her up, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt. He lowered his head and looked at her obediently, wishing to leave a kiss on her brows. But when he saw her eyes fall somewhere on the wall, he didn't do anything, then he got up and left.

The moment the door was closed, Bella's tears slipped.

"It's okay, Bryant, mom didn't let you down."

"Fortunately, Charles, I have passed another day."

Seventeen days left!

As the current situation, it seemed that she couldn’t pass every day peacefully.

However, the next days, Nick never found trouble for her, just let her do what she could. Such as cooking, cleaning, washing clothes.

Of course, Bella didn’t do it alone, Nick followed her.

Nick said, "Jack and other people go hunting. There are no servants here, and we can only do housework by ourselves."

Bella had no objection, except for breakfast, noon meal and dinner were all prepared by her and Nick every day.

But the kitchen Nick once stayed would be very frightened, as if it was robbed by robber, which was very horrible.

"I can do it alone," Bella said, looking at the flour on the ground.

Because he wanted to eat hand-made noodles, Nick added a whole large bowl of flour. If water was not enough, he would add more water, in turn if the flour was not enough, he would add more flour, it became a spectacular scene right now.

"I'm afraid you put poison inside." Nick said, "I know that you can't wait for me to die now."

Bella said, "If I want you to die. I have other more effective methods."

"It seems that you really thought about how to kill me." Nick looked at her with a dark look. "Before I die, I must have f****d you first."

Bella didn't speak. Although she didn't think about killing Nick, she thought that after her death, she would tell him the secret that Charles wanted to keep. At that time, he might live a life worse than death.

Nick approached her and asked, "Just tell me, how many ways you have thought of to kill me."

Bella didn't speak, she suddenly felt that Nick was actually very pitiful. Always living in a lie, he still suffered the whole life because of the lie.

But she had no qualification to sympathize with others, she was dying.

Twelve days left.

However, the following things happened made all plans advanced.