Queen Revenge

Thinking about that translucent bathroom, how dare I go in there and wash, what can I do if Walker Richter gets any ideas?

I shook my head and smiled awkwardly, “It’s really, really not necessary.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Why yes.” I laughed as the muscles in my face soured, “You’re overthinking it.”

He hooked his lips and took a step away from me, “Don’t worry, I won’t lay a hand on you without your permission.”

What do you mean, without my permission?

He’s really trying to get at me.

Dropping the words, Walker Richter turned toward the other side of the bed and pulled back the curtains; the rain outside hadn’t abated at all, and the room was suddenly silent, the only sound being the rain beating against the windows.

He stood in front of the window, his eyes looking out, and he didn’t speak, becoming deeper.

Such Walker Richter is even more inscrutable; he can tease you at any time and return to his coolness at any time, making you think it’s all an illusion.

I touched my burning cheeks and licked my lips, “Today, thank you.”

I thanked him for going to the hospital to explain to Mr. Richter’s mother and setting things right, and I thanked him for braving the rain to come and pick me up, or else with all this rain and a landslide, I would have had to make do with a night in the car tonight, if not at the cemetery.

And I have to admit that when Walker Richter came along, he unknowingly took me away from my child’s grief.

Walker Richter turned to look at me, his thin lips pursed, “Get an early night.”

I’d like to rest, but there’s only one bed here, how am I going to sleep?

He seemed to read my mind and let out a soft laugh, “If I want to do anything to you, there’s plenty of opportunity.”

My ears burned at being poked and prodded.

Walker Richter was right, if he wanted to do anything, there were plenty of opportunities when he was at the old the Richter family mansion, and I couldn’t defend myself against what he really wanted to do to me.

I let out a dry laugh and pointed to the left side of the bed, “I’ll sleep on this side then.”

It’s a big bed, even for four adults.

I went into the bathroom and washed my face, rinsed my mouth, didn’t dare take a shower, and then took off my jacket, wearing a singlet underneath, and slept with my body close to the edge of the bed to lower my presence.

The thought of Walker Richter sleeping next to me, where I could really let my guard down and fall asleep, kept my eyes open and my hands gripping the edge of the bed.

Time passed by, the wind and rain outside, the silence inside the house could be heard by the drop of a pin.

Eventually I couldn’t stay up, my eyelids got heavier and heavier, and just as I was about to fall asleep, there was a sudden urge to urinate and hold it in, so I eased myself up and looked over at Walker Richter, who had fallen asleep with his back to me.

I was afraid to wake him up, and I didn’t dare turn on the light, so I tiptoed and groped my way to the bathroom, turned on a small light in the bathroom, quickly settled, and immediately turned off the light and groped my way to the bed again.

I’m the only one who goes to the bathroom looking like a thief.

I took off my shoes and had just climbed into bed when suddenly a bolt of lightning struck down, accompanied by thunder, and I fell under the bed with a shudder.

There were no soft blankets laying on the hotel floor, and my ass was solidly in close contact with the earth, and I grimaced in pain.

I rubbed my ass, saw that Walker Richter wasn’t awakened and didn’t dare make a big noise, and mournfully climbed back into bed and slept honestly on my side against the edge.

After such a fall, with thunder and lightning outside, it was even more difficult to sleep, and seeing Walker Richter sleeping heavily and not waking up in any way, my concerns were lessened, and I tossed and turned.

Just as I was about to roll over again, Walker Richter suddenly woke up, a strong hand yanking me and fishing me into his arms, my head pinned in his arms, my legs pinned down by his feet, and his magnetic voice above my head, “Now you can be honest.”

I couldn’t move, and I didn’t dare, my head was spinning for a few seconds, all I could feel was my heart pounding, his skin was hot and scary, and there was something hard against it down there.

He’s a normal man.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I almost forgot something so important.

My breath caught and I sneaked a glance with my afterglow, and in the dimness, all I could see was his cold, hard jaw and cool lips.

After a long time, I was just about to move out of his arms when his voice sounded in the room again, “Don’t move.”

His voice was dark, as if he was holding back something.

Feeling that something down there had grown another size, I was too scared to really move this time, and honestly nestled in his arms, acting as a hugging pillow.

I had to pray in my heart that Walker Richter held back, but not to mess up.

This whole night, my head was a mess, fantasizing about a million possibilities.

In fact, to be Walker Richter’s woman is really not bad, undeniable, deep down really have so a throw fantasy, Walker Richter recently on my good, I have seen in the eyes, people are not grass and trees, women are almost sensual animals, now two people so hug together, dry fire, if I say that I do not have a little bit of evil thoughts, the ghosts will believe.

But the thought of him being Bella Hill’s husband snuffed out that thought for me.

I couldn’t decide if Walker Richter was better for me or for Bella Hill.

It’s clear that you are Bella Hill right now and still can’t help but think about these unanswered questions.

When my head was too full to fit, and my insides were all messed up, I raised my eyes to his cold, hard jaw and asked softly, “Walker Richter, what would you do if one day you realized I wasn’t me.”

The words went over and over in my mind many times before I had the courage to ask.

I’d also thought of many different reactions Walker Richter might give, but never imagined that he’d lift his eyelids, a doting smile at the corner of his mouth, and rub my hair, “I know.”

He stunned me with his three flippant words.

I’d be stupid if I didn’t understand what he meant by now.

“When did you, you you know that?”

It’s unbelievable that he knows I’m not Bella Hill and yet he’s so calm about letting me continue to be Ms. Richter and not pursuing where the real Bella Hill has gone.

It was like a thunderclap outside the window.

Seemingly thinking of something, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, “I would love to hear you call out to your husband one more time.”

Husband?

I reacted quickly and was even more shocked.

Turns out what I thought was seamless was actually revealed in my first round with him.

I remember when I first called him my husband, he visibly froze in surprise.

Because the real Bella Hill wouldn’t dare call it that.

Walker Richter’s mind was too sophisticated to recognize me with that little difference.

When I thought about acting in front of him all these days, I suddenly felt like a stupid dick.

I wanted to ask him why he didn’t expose me, but I felt like it was even more of a stupid dick to ask that now.

Bella Hill is missing and there is a ‘fool’ to take her place, if it were me, I’d be putting the trick together for less unnecessary hassle.

The original Bella Hill would have made Walker Richter disliked, and the Hill family didn’t find out, so he naturally committed to pursuing the matter, and if I don’t show my cards today, he may so keep acting with me.

Now I can also figure out why Walker Richter chose to rest his case even when he knew Bella Hill was cuckolding him.

I’m not Bella Hill. I don’t get to take his anger out on me.

Just as I was thinking back on all the stupid shit I’d done and said in front of him over the past few days, Walker Richter pressed my head, his voice low, “Don’t think, go to sleep.”