His Cure

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Beatrice exhaled for the tenth times then hide her face in her palm.

She is trying so bad to keep herself off the internet.

The hurtful comments might let some crazy ideas in.

Meanwhile, on the contrary, she badly wanna know those comments.

She herself thinks she has lost her sanity.

She had heard Gregory’s car driving out some moments ago.

She saw the way he restrained himself when he came inside her room.

Probably he doesn’t want to get her depressed or because he is trying to keep to his promise of not hurting her physically.

She scoffs.

What is she even saying?

He wasn’t gonna hurt her physically. He only held back his lashing words that could affect her mentally.

Why is that?

After all, he already gave her his word of hurting her in that way.

“Beatrice. Coffee!”she heard someone said at the door.

She strained her ears.

Isn’t that Melinda’s voice?

She scoffs.

“The whistle blower is here.”she whispered to herself before getting down from the bed.

She went to get the door and met her holding a tray on which a white antique glass cup was placed.

“I brought you coffee.”Melinda smiled.

“You added milk?”Beatrice asks.

“Yes.”

“I don’t like milk.”Beatrice shook her head.

She was more like rejecting both the coffee and Melinda.

People like milk because of its nice taste.

People also like gossipers because they would always bring nice news.

But she doesn’t like milk, and naturally loathes gossipers.

“Huh?, oh. Then, I would make you another one.”Melinda looks worried.

“I appreciate your kind gesture but I do not really like coffee like that. Quit the fake generosity too.”Beatrice uttered, wheezily.

Melinda’s mouth opened slightly in confusion.

What does she mean by that?

“Good day.”Beatrice scoffs before shutting the door on her face.

Melinda stood on the spot, transfixed.

She couldn’t think of anything she has done wrong as to why Beatrice seems angry at her.

She sighed, nevertheless.

She saw the news and decided to come cajole a little since Gregory already left for work.

Is she being too nice to the point of arousing Beatrice’s suspicion?.

However, she knew she has nothing she was hiding and that her feelings towards Beatrice were genuine so she convinced herself not to think too much about the lady’s reaction just now.

Or, perhaps, the scandal is the one getting her wrathful?

She went back to the kitchen and drank the coffee to herself.

Did she not like milk also or did she lied just to reject the drink?

~

Amelia flashed a smile at Annabella before pausing to close the door behind her.

She removed her cap and faux a grin.

“Hi, ma’am.”she waved and went to sit down on the chair close to her bed.

She went to the voice recording app and tapped on the red button.

She placed the phone at a perfect spot and smiled at Annabella who wasn’t smiling neither frowning at her.

“Who are you?”

“I’m.. Beatrice’s colleague at work.”

Bella’s brows rose up in delight.

“You are?”her pale lips formed up in a small smile.

“Yes. She couldn’t come today so she asked me to come check up on you.”she lied an exposing lie.

She didn’t studied the days Beatrice always come visiting.

That alone was enough for Bella to start suspecting her but she was too thrilled to think much to that.

After all, Beatrice had broke that On All – Fridays rule the other week when she came visiting on the weekend.

She was thrilled to see her daughter’s colleague at work?, maybe no.

Her eyes were lighted up in incomprehensible excitement.

“So.. would you like me to do anything for you ma’am?. Maybe..”

“Oh, no. I’m.. all good. The nurses here are taking care of me.”she shook her head.

“Oh, yeah.. I see.”Amelia scratched up the back of her neck.

She was thinking about a way to get her to talk about Beatrice.

“You know.. the reason I agreed to come here on behalf of your daughter is because she.. is an amazing lady.”she started.

Annabella’s blue eyes pierced into Amelia’s deeply.

Amelia quickly looked away and chuckle nervously.

Bella’s gaze seem to be fazing her. She was afraid she would spill up the wrong word so she quickly avoided that stare.

“She is a very good daughter too. She has always been an obedient child since childhood.”she agreed.

“Oh?. I see. Well, I.. have never met a nice lady like her before. She always manages to make other people around her happy with her vibrant vibes. Even when she is sad, she always makes sure not to make everyone else miserable.”Amelia praised.

“Well, why am I not surprised?. That makes her my Beatrice.”Bella adjusted her hand on the bed.

“I’m a bit concerned that such a wonderful lady doesn’t have a boyfriend yet though.”Amelia blinked, pulling up a fake sad facial expression.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“She has one.”Annabella replied, a bit gobsmacked that Amelia didn’t know about that.

Amelia’s face fell into a sullen state.

Is her dating with Gregory real then?.

She sincerely hopes it is not.

“She has one?. Why.. didn’t I know about that?”she batted her lashes and smiled.

“Well, she is a bit secretive, you could say.”Bella grinned from ear to ear.

Amelia nodded slowly.

“What’s his name?”she asks in a rough tone.

“I.. his name is.. I..”Bella’s eyes twinkled and she scoffs.

“Why can’t I remember his name?. I’m i losing my senses slowly?”she touched her head.

Amelia leaned out of the chair.

“Try to remember.”she pressed her.

Bella looked up at her with raised brows.

Amelia relaxed back in the chair slowly and took her lips in.

“I can’t seem to remember. You look so eager to know about that though.”Bella remarked.

Amelia smiles.

“I was only curious that the girl whose love life seems to be boring actually has a boyfriend. I was going to tease her with that too.”

Bella nodded slowly, connecting her words together.

“But, have you seen him before?”Amelia enquired.

Bella narrowed her eyes and sighed then shook her head.

“Sadly, no. My daughter was just too shy to show him to me but she does talks about him.”

“Did she told you about how he is?. Maybe a little description about him.. like his physique?”

“Yes.”

Amelia’s eyes lits up in sheer hope.

She took her phone and quickly put a picture of Gregory on the screen then showed it to her.

“From her description, does he look like this man?”

Bella narrowed her gaze at the picture.

“According to her words, this man..”