Queen Revenge

Walker Richter’s kisses weren’t as cold and overbearing as they had been in the beginning; they were gentle, skillful kisses, lingering and loving, so that people instinctively fell and wanted more.

At least in that moment, my mind went blank, not resisting, refusing, instead enjoying, involuntarily driven by him, my body tingling.

I think it must be the wine that makes his kisses so intoxicating.

The image of that year’s hotel lingering in the mind again, the man’s appearance is blurred, but the body is firm and warm, very powerful, even the feeling of his gallop and crash are so familiar, as if just last night.

In the midst of my sinking, Walker Richter suddenly released me, the corner of his mouth dabbed the lipstick on my lips, he took his hand and smoothed it away with a movement that was sexy as hell, his eyes held a smile, “You have feelings for me.”

His words were in a declarative tone.

I slowed down from the memory and realized that I was really sinking inside his kisses, irritated, “I’m not dead, even if a pig kissed me, I’d still feel something.”

His smile snapped to a dangerous one; “Are you calling me a pig?”

“I just assumed.” My eyes dodged, not daring to look him straight in the eye, Walker Richter’s aura was on full blast, how many people could hold it together?

“Look at me.” Walker Richter very dominantly cupped my chin and made me look at him, his thin lips pursed in thought as he said, “Try it with me.”

I was really very shocked, the refusal I had just made had hurt his manly pride, and knowing Walker Richter as I did, there was no way he would ever make such a request again, yet he did.

I looked into his cold face and asked numbly, “Why?”

Walker Richter leaned down slightly and I thought he was going to kiss me again, immediately covering my mouth and glaring at him with both eyes.

His expression remained the same, but his tone was a few degrees colder, and he said with great arrogance, “If you miss this opportunity, you won’t have a chance.”

But I don’t want this opportunity.

I have to admit, Walker Richter was very marketable even when he was married, and there were plenty of women, but how did he end up with a “wife” he hated?

I suddenly thought of a possibility, before Walker Richter bamboozled me, said something about the old lady let back to the old mansion, but in fact it was his own idea, and then after that sent me a bracelet, could it be …

I stared at Walker Richter and asked seriously, “Walker Richter, you’re not in love with me, are you?”

Walker Richter snorted coldly, letting go of me and sidestepping me, “How is that possible, but …”

I was relieved to hear that it wasn’t possible, “Then I’m relieved.”

I don’t know why, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I felt the temperature around me suddenly become colder and couldn’t help but shiver.

“Dinner.” Walker Richter’s face was so hard that it was a little puzzling.

I did get a little hungry, and with the tantalizing aroma of the steak in front of me, I’d wanted to do it for a long time.

“Good.”

I buried my head in my hands as I carefully cut the steak, not daring to glance at Walker Richter the entire time, but I could feel Walker Richter’s eyes glancing my way from time to time.

I’m not an emotional idiot, and tonight Walker Richter is playing the piano and having a candlelight dinner, so how can I not understand what he’s trying to do, but I can’t believe it and I find it unbelievable.

Walker Richter is already temperamental and behaves strangely, and even though I had that slightest guess in my mind, I didn’t dare to really try it with Walker Richter.

After silently finishing two steaks, I was full, while Walker Richter didn’t move the steak in front of him at all and just sat there, taking a couple sips of red wine every now and then.

Time passes, Walker Richter doesn’t speak, and I have to be silent.

Suddenly, he put down his glass of wine and picked up his jacket, which he had set aside, “Let’s go.”

He took the lead and I followed in small steps.

Walker Richter didn’t use a chauffeur tonight, driving the car himself, and I was good enough to sit in the passenger seat, holding my seatbelt tightly in place the whole way.

At the stoplight, Walker Richter suddenly braked sharply and glanced at my wrist, “When are you going to leave THE Richter family?”

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“After the year.” I said, “I’ll find a chance to talk to Grandma after the New Year, and don’t worry, in a month at most, you’ll be free.”

“Looks like you really planned this a long time ago,”

His tone was sarcastic, with a hint of anger hidden in it.

I laughed dryly, “It’s no good dragging it out like this is it.”

“Unfortunately, this Ms. Richter isn’t something you can just do if you want to and leave it at that.”

Walker Richter didn’t know where the fire came from, it was even more exuberant than earlier, and his words were even more piercing, and before we even got to the green light, he stepped right on the gas and blasted out, scaring me so much that I closed my eyes.

I just got my life back from a car accident. I don’t want to lose it to Walker Richter.

Walker Richter a foot of gas directly to the Richter family old house, the car stopped, I immediately got off to the side of the wild vomit, stomach turning, really hard, tears are given me vomit out.

Walker Richter, however, went right in.

Sure is temperamental.

When I felt better, I went inside and went upstairs, and ran into Joyce Parvis at the top of the stairs, who, seeing me look bad, said with concern, “Bella, what’s the matter, why do you look so bad.”

“It’s okay, a little motion sickness.” I waved my hand feebly.

The taste in my mouth was too much for me to bear myself, and without saying more to Joyce Parvis, I hurried back to my room to wash up.

Walker Richter wasn’t in the room, which was a relief.

I grabbed my robe and went into the bathroom to take a shower, thinking about the evening’s candlelight dinner and what Walker Richter had said, I was unconsciously deep in thought.

When I came out of the bathroom, Walker Richter still hadn’t returned to his room, so I looked at the door to my room and didn’t bother looking for him, changing into my pajamas and laying down on my bed to rest.

The night is cool as water.

I checked the time several times and Walker Richter hadn’t come back to his room, I don’t know what I was expecting, he hadn’t come back to his room and I couldn’t get to sleep anyhow, there was a feeling in my heart that I couldn’t describe.

It was as if he was used to him being around.

But didn’t I sleep fine the whole time Walker Richter was away on business?

I rolled over in annoyance, looked at the time again, and finally couldn’t sleep enough to resist getting up and going out to look for it.

Walker Richter was finally found in the guest room, sprawled out on the bed as if asleep.

I tiptoed in and crouched down beside the bed, looking at him sleeping, and the annoyance I felt earlier disappeared, inexplicably reassuring.

When realizing this, I wasn’t surprised, but was open to the change.

I remembered the kiss at the restaurant and had an even stranger feeling in my heart.

Ghostly, I actually reached out my hand to gently caress the contours of his face, listening to his even breathing, I muttered to myself, “Walker Richter; I’m sorry for taking up the identity of Ms. Richter without your permission, and I wouldn’t have imagined that I’d cross paths with you even a month ago, I would have been someone who disappeared from the world and could only stay in THE Richter family under the identity of Bella Hill, but soon I shall be gone, and if I have another chance in this life, I will say sorry again to you myself.”

“You’re a strange person with a temper, but it’s okay, it’s inevitable for good-looking people to have a temper, and someone as good as you will definitely find the Ms. Richter that you’ll be happy with.”

In this moment, all my words came from my heart.

After saying that, my heart is much more comfortable, get up and intend to leave, my hand was suddenly grabbed by someone, a forceful pull, did not even react to what happened, people have been Walker Richter fished into the arms.