Free Web NovelChapter 550: Chapter 549: Love Triangle
In the dimly lit booth, the two locked eyes.
Damian Sinclair looked at Bella Acker, standing there.
Bella Acker looked back at him and continued singing, "Cut love into pieces and let the wind carry it to the ocean. Many things become clearer after tears wash over them. Innocent as me, with open arms, I thought I could hold onto the future..."
He walked ahead, and she tried hard to catch up. Always hoping she could become a little better, better, and even better.
She wanted to stand by him, she wanted to be his pride, she wanted... she wanted to love him well for a lifetime.
She wanted him to choose her, she wanted him to let go of everything and not care about anything, she so wanted... wanted to be with him...
Bella looked at Damian, and suddenly tears welled up in her eyes, completely blurring her vision.
Crying, she sang, "Cut love into pieces and let the wind carry it to the ocean, the deeper the hurt, the clearer the need to let go. It’s not right, how did I become so attached to you that it turned into dependence, turning intense love into hurt in an instant, oh oh oh..."
Bella held onto the microphone, crouched on the ground, and looked up, crying uncontrollably.
She didn’t want to be so attached to him, she knew she shouldn’t be attached to him anymore. But her heart wouldn’t listen; it would always beat faster at his proximity, and his gaze alone made her breathless with pain.
Everyone has some sadness more or less, and the people in the booth were all pretty much drunk.
Hearing Bella sing so emotionally, a few women couldn’t help but cry along with her, aided by the effects of alcohol.
Archer Quinn saw Bella crying like a child, his heart aching unbearably, and just as he was about to step forward, Director Simons stopped him by the wrist.
Timothy Quinn was just a step behind, and Damian Sinclair had already walked up to Bella, took the microphone from her hand, lifted her horizontally, and strode out of the booth.
Archer could only watch helplessly as the girl he loved was carried away by another man, powerless and without the right to intervene.
Bella was so fond of Damian Sinclair; at this moment, lying in Damian’s arms crying would probably feel a little better, wouldn’t it?
Archer lowered his gaze, reached back, and emptied the whiskey in the glass on the table.
Director Simons watched and sighed silently.
He now understood the relationship between Bella Acker, Damian Sinclair, and Archer Quinn.
Ah, since ancient times, only emotions have been the steel knife that cuts to the bone.
Damian Sinclair quickly carried Bella Acker out of the booth; the waiting attendant in the hallway saw them and promptly stepped forward to ask, "Sir, do you need a guest room?"
The upper floors of such hotels have guest rooms specifically for guests to rest after dining, drinking, and having fun.
"Open one."
"Alright, please follow me." The attendant did not glance around but led Damian Sinclair into the elevator, up to the sixth floor, and handed him a VIP guest room card.
Damian Sinclair opened the room door, carried Bella Acker inside, and the door automatically shut behind them with a bang.
Bella nestled in his arms, hiccuped from the alcohol, and blinked through her tear-filled eyes, struggling a bit, saying, "Where is this? Let me go."
"No!" Damian didn’t turn on the lights, casually threw the room card on the floor, and carried Bella Acker toward the big bed in the room.
Bella was placed on the big bed, her back soft as if lying on a cloud.
The stimulation from the alcohol made her feel like her whole head was spinning as she lay down.
She supported herself with her hand on the bed, weakly turned over, and tried to get up.
