She could eat some snacks when she felt bored.
He spent half an hour with Eaton before going back to the Morgan family’s villa.
He walked out of the bathroom with a teacup in his hand and went downstairs only to see Mckenzie staring out of the villa. Surprised, he frowned. "What's the matter?"
"Bella's here." Mckenzie pointed out of the window. They could distinctly see Bella from this position. "Should we let her in?"
"No!" Charlie answered without hesitation." Since she and I can never be together, I shouldn't give her any hope. Don't let her in."
But Mckenzie felt that it was beyond the pale.
Apart from anything else, Bella was a girl, and this was no way to treat a girl.
"A few days ago, when I made up my mind, I decided to sever ties with her, but you had nobody to talk with in this mansion and I was worried you might feel lonely, and you happened to find her company enjoyable, so I acquiesced in your permission to let her in."
"The sky’s a bit sullen. I'm afraid it's going to rain in a few moments. I think we should let her in."
Charlie frowned, took a sip of tea and said," She has five senses as we do. She’ll leave when she's tired, sleepy and cold."
Mckenzie was just about to say something else when Charlie pushed her towards the staircase leading upstairs.
On that night, Bella stood outside the villa until half past ten.
But the gate of the mansion never opened. She left top-heavily.
Charlie and Mckenzie believed that Bella, having been given the cold shoulder, would come to understand the situation, give up and never show up again.
But the two of them were clearly mistaken.
The next day Bella came again, and this time she stood there until half past eleven in the evening.
On the third day, it was raining, but even so, Bella still waited until half past nine, all her clothes drenched with rainwater.
This time Mckenzie really didn't have the heart to just watch anymore.
It wasn't easy for a girl to display such perseverance. Though Charlie didn't want to accept her, there was no need to be so harsh on her!
Naturally, he had heard their phone conversation clearly.
His chest heaving in and out violently, he stared deep into Grace’s eyes. "You're going back to France?"
"I think you heard it when I said that on the phone."
Grace didn't raise her head and kept bustling around.
Charlie hurried up to her in two big strides and gripped her shoulders hard. "I'm going with you!"
"You're just my chauffeur and assistant in Estain. My work in this country is over, and I have another chauffeur and another assistant in France. Your service is not needed in France." "I can do anything. I don't have to be your chauffeur and assistant. There are other things I can do."
He was filled with anxiety, and his tone of voice was quite urgent.
Grace lifted her head and gazed at him. " There's no vacancy for the moment, which means you going there won't be any good. Besides, you have an undertaking here.
Forget it."
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