Dinner was pleasant and full of laughter.
Christopher had planned to bring out a bottle of well-aged red wine,
but Sophie kept serving Bella juices. Bella had drank orange juice, grape juice, pineapple juice, and
other varieties of squashed fruits.
After dinner, Zelda took Sophie elsewhere for other activities to give
Christopher and his beloved a moment alone.
Christopher gave Bella a tour of his villa, showing her his art
collection of paintings and artwork.
These babies could fetch an astronomical price at an auction.
S Standing before a desk, Bella leaned forward with a magnifying glass. toto appreciate a painting. Her
bright eyes reflected her joy.
âDâDo you like it? If you do, Iâll wrap it up for you to take home CChristopher propped his arm against
the bed, staring at
wwith a tilted head.
SIShe admired the painting, while he admired her.
âWrap it up for me? You know better than anyone that anythin cosists at least seven figures. These are
authentic works. I canât believe youâre offering the painting to me for free.â
fully
Belials totood up straight and cheekily looked at Christopher through the magnifyiving glass. She
blinked. âAre you an antique collector? Or are you juststabllecting for fun? If youâre a real collector, you
should act like Wyatart leler freaks out when anyone tries to touch his collection. I
canât imagine him giving his stuff away.â
Christopher smiled and spoke in a soft and alluring tone. âIâm only generous to two people. Thatâs you
and Chairman Thompson.â
Bellaâs heart skipped a beat, and she pursed her lips.
Christopher and Justin were two extremes. The former was a sweet
talker, while the latter would not have anything nice to say even with a
gun to his head.
âWyatt is a greedy man. If he knows you own such treasures, heâll
certainly take your generosity for granted.â
âChairman Thompson is welcome to take anything he likes. I donât have much to offer, but if thereâs
anything that catches his eye, I
wonât be stingy with him.â Christopherâs tone could not be more
sincere.
âWhat about you? Do you have anything you want apart from getting
a slice of your family assets?â Bella asked subtly.
With tender eyes, Christopher answered in his mind, âI want y
Itâitâs snowing, Bella,â he said something else out loud instead.
RâReally?â
BeBella bearned with excitement.
ShShe loved the snow. When she was a little girl, her mother would hold heher as they admired the
snow in the backyard. Her mother would take heher hand and guide her to draw on the snowy surface.
âCOCommon. Letâs check out the snow.
Christopher led Bella to the balcony and opened the door. Bella was mesmerized by the blanket of
snow.
The fluttering snow fell like feathers.
âItâs so beautiful!â Bella looked up at the night sky and expressed her
thrill.
Standing behind her, Christopher took off his jacket and draped it over The her shoulders. He wrapped
her up tightly and murmured sweetly,
snow is beautiful, but I donât want you to catch a cold.â
The lingering warmth from the manâs jacket cast away the chill that
Bella felt.
She turned over to meet his burning gaze.
Bella murmured, âYouâ¦â
The manâs heart raced, and his breathing turned heavy.
âYour glasses are foggy. Can you even see the snow?â Bella asked in
a serious tone.
Christopher was taken aback, but he smiled faintly, not hiding the
affection in his eyes.
âBella, do you know? Thereâs a saying in Sentania that couples who experience the first snow together
will eventually marry each other.'â Christopher thought to himself.
Not minding her frozen, stiff cheeks, Bella reached out to capture the
snowflakes. Her face was alight with joy.
Christopher, stirring with feelings, was tempted to grab her hand and
never let her go.
A disruptive phone call shattered this joyful moment. Bella glanced at her phone screen and frowned.