Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Chapter 12 He Ate Her Tears

Bella smiled at Edward, "Don't worry. I'm fine."

Edward looked at her pale face and asked, "Can you get up?"

Feeling she had regained some strength, Bella nodded gently.

The moment she nodded, Edward lifted her with his powerful arms gently.

Bella felt like she had become a light feather, and he was protecting her. She never had such a sense of security before, and she wanted to sleep at ease.

Mrs. White wanted to ask Mr. White what was going on.

"Mr. and Mrs. White, are you all right?" Edward's low voice seemed to come from hell. He looked so horrible that Mrs. White's heart skipped a beat.

Subconsciously, she leaned over to Mr. White and hoped he could protect her.

At this time, Mr. White was not in the mood to care about his frightened wife. He had been dealt a great blow.

As the supreme authority of the family, he should be the strongest. However, his disabled son-in-law who had no wolf made him lose his dignity as a husband and undermined his authority as a father.

He needed to deal with his frustration immediately.

Mr. White looked at Edward, "Don't be too proud. The power left in your body won't last long. You're a loser, which is something irrevocable."

A cold smile touched the corners of Edward's mouth, and he looked at Mr. White as if he was just a humble and fragile aunt.

Bella couldn't help but hold Edward's hand.

Although she was almost going to die, she knew that Edward did this to protect her.

Mr. White glared at Bella fiercely, "Since you don't listen to me, you deserve to suffer more, or you'll never know how precious your life is, and you'll never be grateful to me and your mother!"

Bella stared at her shoes and gritted her teeth.

She was not afraid of suffering, because she was serious.

She was not a rebellious and wayward adolescent girl. She was a mature adult woman who could be responsible for her choice.

In the world, no one knew her determination better than she did.

She blinked and looked at her and Edward's folded hands.

As her husband, maybe Edward knew her determination as well.

It seemed that Edward knew what Bella was thinking. He tightened his grip for a second and reduced his strength immediately.

His voice was as tender as a gust of breeze, "Your face needs a cold compress."

After Mr. and Mrs. White left, Edward urged Bella, and she went to the refrigerator. She took out an ice bag and applied it to her face.

As soon as the ice bag touched her skin, she almost jumped up from the sofa in pain.

The ice increased the pain on her face.

She couldn't bear it.

Bella's eyes were brimming with tears, and her long eyelashes trembled. A single tear rolled out of her eyes and fell down her cheek.

Edward reached out, and the tear fell on his index finger.

He looked at Bella with brooding eyes. The expression in his eyes brooked no argument. Bella had to look at his eyes.

He bent down and got close to his index finger.

What happened next shocked Bella.

She saw Edward stick out his tongue and slowly lick the tear with his sexy lips.

He was licking his finger, but Bella could feel his tongue.

She felt like his wet and warm tongue was touching her skin, and her body melted.

Bella was startled by her imagination. Her face was extremely red, like a ripe peach giving off an attractive fragrance and tasting sweet. She looked so charming and cute.

Edward's eyes turned gloomy.

Bella immediately used the ice bag to cool down her face, "What's wrong with you? How can you eat my tear?"

"It's bitter and not delicious," Edward commented like a gourmet.

He even disliked it.

Bella snorted, "I didn't ask you to eat it. You ate it without asking me."

Edward nodded, "Next time I'll ask for your permission first."

Bella frowned.

Whether she would agree or not was unimportant. Why did he want to eat her tears?

A smile curved Edward's lips, and Bella heard his low laughter.

His laughter was so fucking sexy.

Bella blushed again because of his laughter.

She held the ice bag tightly and felt that she might be ill.

Suddenly, she felt her earlobe was numb, and she exclaimed uncontrollably.

"How sensitive you are." Edward flicked Bella's lovely earlobe, "I want to taste the tears you shed while having sex."

Bella couldn't move as if she had been cursed.

How could he say such shameful words?

She wouldn't cry while having sex!

No, she wouldn't have sex with him!

He kept saying something to make her shy! What a hateful man!

Edward touched his chin and looked at Bella as if he was looking at an interesting toy, "I guess it's sweet. Dear Bella, why don't you confirm my conjecture now?"

Bella stood up from the sofa.

She couldn't listen to him anymore.

Bella threw the ice bag at Edward madly, "Since you're so curious, cry on your bed and taste your tears. Don't ask me!"

Then she left angrily. Her footsteps gradually became light.

Then her footsteps became heavy again.

With an angry expression, Bella walked quickly toward Edward, bent down, and took back the ice bag she had thrown away, "I won't ignore my face because of a freak like you!"

Finishing her words viciously, she left with her back straight and her head held erect.

Edward's laughter rang out behind her. Bella blushed again. She quickened her pace and ran upstairs in a hurry.

Lanny took her new crocodile bag and walked into a luxurious store arrogantly.

In her opinion, only a luxurious brand was worthy of her identity.

Those cheap things should belong to humble women, such as Bella who was hateful.

Bella, who always made her angry, dared to move out with that disabled man!

They were so poor. She believed they were being bullied by tramps at this time.

She couldn't help laughing just by imagining this wonderful picture.

Lanny walked to the booth in the center in her high heels and looked at the clothes protected by the glass cover with satisfaction.

After the famous designers drew the drafts, the first-class tailors made these latest clothes. They symbolized a noble status.

Lanny made a decision as soon as she saw the clothes. She must get them!