Crushed Affections (Dominic and Bella)

Chapter 264

Chapter 264 Will You Believe Me if I Say My Hands Are Just Shaking

When Dominic threw Bella's diary to the floor all those years ago, it felt like her world had shattered. She never imagined things would turn out the way they did. THUN

As they stopped at a red light, Dominic suddenly said, "If I told you I was so shocked that my hands were shaking, and I just couldn't hold on to your diary and those drawings. Would you still feel like your dignity was trampled? Bella, stunned, tried to recall the details from back then.

It had been over seven years, and she could only vaguely remember his expression and the words he had used. The finer details had blurred over time. She had always believed his reaction had been full of disdain and disgust. How could it have just been his hands shaking from shock?

But in the end, none of that mattered anymore.

She smiled faintly. "Honestly, if I'd been in your shoes, I probably would've done worse. Who could accept love from someone who caused their family to fall apart? If I could, I'd wish I'd never set foot in the Miller residence

"I loved my mom, but I resented her too. She knew she had met a piece of trash, so why did she still bring me into this world, knowing I'd be a burden? If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have worked herself sick, wouldn't have died the way she did, and would've never gone to the Millers for help."

It was the first time Bella had ever spoken so openly about Dorothy in front of Dominle. It was the first time she had allowed herself to be vulnerable. She hall-expected him to snap and get angry, but he didn't

the way home without another word. When they arrived at Miller Manor, Bella was the first to step out of the car. She

was short, and she didn't want

regrets. Small moments would slip through your fingers before you even realized they

would've been obedient and

glow flickered in his hand as smoke curled

draw a portrait of

to face him. "I haven't drawn

exasperation in his tone. "It's fine. I'm good-looking enough to survive whatever you draw,

look too awful

have to be so full of

out to buy new art supplies the next morning. Her old tools

arms full of shopping bags, Dominic was already awake. Seeing

the bags down and sighed with relief. "Shopping, obviously. Didn't you ask for a portrait? When do you want me

Her

quiet, steady look. "Now. Let's go to my