Chapter 68: Get Me a Pair of Pants
Dominic jerked his head up and glared at her. "Get me a pair of pants!" Since they weren't alone in the house, he was somewhat mindful of his privacy.
Bella stuck out her tongue and ran to his room to fetch a pair of pajamas. She couldn't help but giggle the whole way back. When she handed him the clothes, he pulled on the pants with a grumpy expression and slammed the door.
Outside the window, the swallows continued to feed their young. Bella watched them happily for a while before heading downstairs for breakfast.
Since Sylvia arrived, the food at home had improved significantly. Bella weighed herself and noticed she had gained two pounds.
As she ate, she grumbled, "Sylvia, I've already gained two pounds! If I end up so overweight that I can't get married, you'll have to take responsibility!"
Sylvia laughed. "Oh, Ms. Jones, that's nonsense. You're so beautiful that even if you gain a little weight, there will still be plenty of people who would want to marry you."
As they were talking, Dominic came downstairs. Sylvia fell silent and returned to the kitchen.
Still looking grumpy, he sat down and took his anger out on the swallows' nest. "Have someone remove that swallow's nest this afternoon," he grumbled.
It turned out he had heard the swallows too. Bella pouted and said, "They'll fly away on their own soon enough. Why do you have to do that? The baby birds haven't even fully grown their feathers yet. How will they survive if you destroy their nest?" He said coldly, "If you can tolerate the terrible smell, then go ahead. I certainly can't."
Bella knew there would be droppings and a smell under the swallows' nest, but she still preferred to keep the windows closed. "Don't worry about it. Just make sure you don't do anything to harm them."
After breakfast, Dominic said nothing more and left for the company.
Bella was so bored that she had practically explored every nook and cranny of the Miller mansion. She was nearly ready to start counting ants in the courtyard. This idleness was unbearable, and she wondered how much longer Dominic intended to keep her confined.
While wandering, she ended up in the basement, where there was a gym and a wine cellar. During a previous cleaning, she had noticed a door in a secluded corner that wouldn't open. She wasn't sure if it was locked.
Out of sheer boredom, she pushed the door again. To her surprise, it opened. It must have been stuck from years of disuse, as it took quite a bit of effort.
The entrance was a pitch-black corridor with no hint of light, and she couldn't find any light switches. As soon as she stepped inside, the air felt thick and stale. She thought it would be nice to clean up the room and turn it into a studio, if it was still usable. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed behind her as the door was flung open by a gust of wind and then slammed shut. The room plunged into pitch-black darkness, and Bella realized with a jolt that she hadn't brought her phone.
She wanted to leave, but when she tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge. She panicked and kept pushing, but it wouldn't move.
Trapped in the dark, confined space, fear began to creep in. She frantically searched for a light switch or anything to illuminate her surroundings. Finally, she found one, but it was…
She pounded on the door with all her might, her hands reddening from the impact, but there was no response. It dawned on her that the room must be soundproof, since she couldn't hear anything from the other side. If no one came, she would starve or dehydrate. Her initial curiosity had faded, replaced by a desperate hope for rescue. As time passed, Bella grew increasingly thirsty and hungry. The room was stifling hot, and she felt herself overheating. She knew she couldn't last much longer.
Dizziness and confusion washed over her as despair and fear took hold. She never imagined she would die like this.
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