Shattered Longings

Chapter 50 There is Hardly Anything There

Ather she heard Dominic wolk mery, Bella opened her eyes and looked at the sit packet, puzzled. She was sure that Dominar wasn’t hipolar why would he be so kind to be after haringher so badly?

Teing a light sleeper, she needed avery specific environment to rest. The courtyard was out of the question, and the rocking chair was nowhere near as comfortable as her bed. Soon, she started to feel unconderable all over.

she rose from her seal and went inside, casually tossing Dominic’s suit jacket entothe rocking chair

Didn’the dislike being treated so casually she deliberately wanted to make him uncomfortable, preferably so uncomfortable that he couldn’t bear to see her for even a

When the ked into the thing room, she kicked off her slippers, leaving them on the four as she padded around barefoot

Sylvia called her for lunch, and she walked into the dining room and sat access from Dominic. He studied her with acts look, probably thinking she was being too caveal that dry.

Put your shoes an “he ardered

“I don’t want to. They hurt my feet,” she responded with a spoon in her mouth. Then, she suddenly felt something touch her feet.

that he had pushed his sppers

out of your

buy you a new

crumbling, so she from and asked, “Are you out

dakened. “Do the to be harsh with you to get you to do what say? Are you–Pergel it Do whatever you

he set his cleryd and went upstairs, kening the merits of

sigh of celler. If he kept this up, she’d be the one

fall deepstanding

by the window with his back to her, talking on the phone. The white shirt and ash–gay tromess accentuated his longs, making him look even more

gaze and hurried

she went to

thought it would be great to see him every day. Now, she just wanted to depot there Not longer, she received anissage from Dominic. “Your ce coming to a party weak me tonight” Heichought was torn down, burthen she rest it

and they

ready before that she did her make–up and put on a dress.

looked performer

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