After she heard Dominic walk merrily, Bella opened her eyes and looked at the suit packet, puzzled. She was sure Dominic wasn't bipolar; why would he be so kind after hurting her so badly?

Being a light sleeper, she needed a very 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 uncomfortable all over. She rose from her seat and went inside, casually tossing Dominic's suit jacket onto the rocking chair.

Didn't she 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 moment.

When she walked into the living room, she kicked off her slippers, leaving them on the floor as she padded around barefoot.

Sylvia called her for lunch, and she walked into the dining room and sat across from Dominic. He studied her with a sharp look, probably thinking she was being too casual—that dry. "Put your shoes on," he ordered.

"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.

Looking down, she noticed that he had pushed his slippers under the table. "Do you have something growing out of your shoes?"

"Hum, put them on for now. I'll buy you a new pair. Don't you think you're being childish?"

Bella could feel the walls she had painstakingly built inside her crumbling, so she flinched and asked, "Are you out of your mind, Dominic? I know a good psychiatrist. Why don't you go see him?" Dominic's expression darkened. "Do I have to be harsh with you to get you to do what I say? Are you—Forget it! Do whatever you want!"

With that, he set down his cutlery and went upstairs, leaving the rest of the food on the table untouched. Bella breathed a sigh of relief. If he kept this up, she'd be the one losing her mind.

After lunch, the heat was so intense that she felt like she could faint standing up. She groaned and went to her bedroom. As she passed Dominic's door, she noticed it was ajar. He was standing by the window with his back to her, talking on the phone. The white shirt and ash-gray trousers accentuated his long legs, making him look even more stylish. Bella averted her gaze and hurried away.

Every time she went to her room, she involuntarily stopped in her tracks. Right there, head to head, their eyes met. She wondered, "When did she pick him? When did Richard let her choose?" She had to walk past Dominic's room. In the past, she thought it would be great to see him every day. Now, she just wanted to disappear.

Not long after, she received a message from Dominic: "Your car's coming to pick you up for a party with me tonight." He'd chosen the dress, and they would meet. (The sentence about FindNovel.net has been removed as it is promotional.)

She got herself ready before the party; she did her makeup and put on a dress. It was the same moon-white strapless gown she had worn in college. Her taste hadn't changed, and it showed. Her hair had been a hassle since childhood, so she decided to pull it back.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, compared to her college days, she seemed to have matured a lot, yet it also seemed like nothing had changed.

Just then, a car horn blared downstairs. It was Dominic. Bella grabbed her bag and went downstairs. After getting into the passenger seat, she didn't say a word to Dominic as she stared out the window.

Her exposed collarbone and smooth, slender neck were particularly eye-catching, with a dizzying hint of cleavage just beneath the surface.

Dominic took one look at her chest and threw his coat over her. "There's hardly anything there. Why are you showing so much?"

Bella's face dusted with anger. "Dominic, Miles—" (The story ends abruptly here.)