Let Love Takes Away All This Pain

Chapter 142, Guilty

Lafayette Restaurant, 36th floor.

Bella and Uriah sat by the window.

In front of them was an exquisite sirloin steak with a glass of red wine next to it.

The two of them held knives and forks and dined gracefully, just like before.

Surprised, curious, or puzzled gazes were passed around.

Bella didn’t seem to see it, with an elegant smile on her lips, and her eyebrows were full of happiness.

It seems that the report on Toutiao’s front page is purely gossip and has no impact on her.

But…

“Uriah, I didn’t expect you to have a scandal one day.”

She picked up her glass, wagging her fingers, looking at Uriah with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Uriah picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, and there was a sense of extravagance from the inside out.

He looked up at her. “If there are reporters, there will be rumors.”

The smile on the corner of Bella’s mouth was wide, but the coldness in her eyes

was even greater.

Who does not know that anyone in this world can have a scandal, that is, a person can not have.

This person is Uriah.

Now, he told her that if there were reporters, there would be an affair.

How dare all the reporters die after so many years?

“Do you think I will believe this reason?”

“You can choose not to believe it.”

Bella’s smile fell a little bit.

Uriah took the glass and shook it.

Bella’s fingers that fell on the table curled up, then clenched.

“Uriah, I realized that I’ve never seen through you.”

his eyes fell on her face,

gaze pierced her heart like

eyes panicked, and her eyes dodged

to have seen through her heart, reminding her of the scene on the

Verne kissed her.

knew he couldn’t possibly know.

it as if

raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and curved her confident and elegant smile,

into her eyes, dark eyes

“Of course.”

to the

the departing car and opened her

hand of sweat.

was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

But!

and even if he did,

have to

should be guilty now, and his Uriah’s heart is

District.

packed up at

door was opened and

him, his face turned cold.

he did not scold Ronan as before, hating that iron was not steel, but turned around to clean

in the air.

feel anything. As usual, he swaggered over and said,

paused for a moment and continued

snorted and walked

back

the enamel porcelain plate, he knew that the old man had put the

have thought that the old man would

museum!

angry that he almost

him even more angry was that the old man sold the land and

half a penny for him!

a high price,

into the study and

only a few places where

it all.

looked for an enamel porcelain plate, he saw the book, the secret of Embroidery passed down from generation to generation

waste book at the time, how could he think that someone

book and gives it to that person,

come?

Ronan couldn’t help laughing.

his head, and took the tape to seal the box.

out, “Where’s that waste

raising his

“What!”