Crushed Affections (Dominic and Bella)

Chapter 372 Not Into Your Type

Bella felt like she was going through withdrawal as if breaking an addiction. There was no cure, only a painful struggle.

She knew that taking one more step back toward Dominic might bring temporary relief, but in the end, it would be self-destructive. She understood this all too well. That afternoon, after a long nap, she got the landlord's permission to change the locks.

She didn't think Dominic would come back, so she wasn't entirely sure why she was doing it either.

After the locksmith left, she stood at her door, testing the new keys. Just then, Wesley returned. He looked in a much better mood than he had been in that morning. With a grin, he walked over and asked, "Changing the locks? Did you break up?"

Bella gave him a look, silently noting that he really knew how to hit a nerve.

His grin widened as he casually slipped his car keys into his pocket. She noticed that he was driving a Lamborghini. It turned out that he was another rich kid. Then, half-jokingly, he said, "Well, now that you're single, how about giving me a chance?"

Bella looked at him like he was crazy. "I'm not into fresh-faced kids like you. Don't joke around like that."

Wesley's smile turned even more mischievous. "But I'm into someone like you. And I'm pretty sure I could make you like me too. How do you know if you don't try?"

"No need to try. I'd never go for someone like you. Even if I wanted to get married right now, you're not even old enough according to the law. Just stick to calling me 'miss-it sounds better. Anyway, I need to go make dinner. See

his mind? We just met, and he's already acting so casual.

Bella made herself a coffee and settled

realized until now that her balcony and Wesley's were only separated by a narrow gap-close enough that if he came outside,

she was thinking this, she heard Wesley's footsteps approaching

down in the

of a

made even the slightest movement, he'd definitely notice her. She had no interest in forced small talk with

Wesley started a phone call, and his voice sounded agitated. "I told you to leave me alone. You can just pretend I don't exist. Haven't you been doing that all

person, only Wesley's outbursts. "Announce what? Forget about it.

argument ended abruptly as he hung up, and then he started blasting loud, heavy music

realized he had moved closer, right up

grew louder, wondering why

starting to go numb from crouching, but she didn't dare move. She found it ridiculous. She was acting like a thief in

in relief,